Dear...(vent)

Dear FMIL,

Connor is MY baby. Just because he looks like a mini Justin doesn't mean that he is your son. You had your time 27 years ago. I am completely capable of taking care of him by myself. When we first moved in here when Connor was a month old it was nice of you to offer to sleep on the couch upstairs, but when my son woke up in the middle of the night it was because he was hungry. I breastfed. WTH were you going to do?! There is absolutely no need for you to come downstairs every single time you hear him cry or "scream". He is almost 6 months old and sometimes just likes to hear his own voice. You act like I am murdering him. Also, stop telling me that I HAVE to start rice cereal first because "they" say that's what you're supposed to do. Give me one good reason why other than it's what you did 27 years ago. And who is they anyway? I love that you show your grandson affection, but please stop coming down here and giving him a million kisses every 5 seconds. You only do it because you see me do it, stop trying to comfort him like he's your baby. I love you FMIL, I really do, and I know you mean well...but I'm starting to find you more annoying than helpful. And I'm not really looking forward to spending the next 3 or so years in your basement with the possibility of having another LO while FI and I save up enough money to buy our own house. So I'd appreciate it if you would kindly BACK OFF a little and stop putting your 2 cents in. Oh, and my goal this week will be finding or making MY DS a onesie stating, "My mom doesn't want your advice." Thanks.

-Your loving FDIL.

PS. Stop coming downstairs and just staring at me and/or Connor. Especially when he is sleeping in his crib. Yes, I just checked him and yes, he is still breathing. It's creepy and I hate it.