OK. I have to warn you, this post might get a little b*tchy. At the bare minimum, it's going to be very crab-apple-y. I apologize in advance.
I have a baby. An adorable, 9-month-old son. He's cute. He's hilarious. He's thisclose to walking. He can be frustrating at times, but he can also make you laugh with just a look. He's convinced me that God exists - and he's proven that I don't need 8 hours of sleep every night (although I'm still fighting him on this one).
He doesn't have cooties. If you touch me, you won't get pregnant. And, I can carry on conversations that don't revolve around him (although he is the cutest thing ever). In fact, since his birth, Billy and I still find time to read (we just don't finish books as fast as we used to). We still go out to eat (although we have to time our outings a bit more carefully). We still watch sports (BB has been to three Mud Hens games, one Indians game and one Ohio State football game in his short time on earth). We still watch movies (although Netflix is more our style nowadays). We still watch TV (Glee rocks). And Billy and I both still work.
All of those things add up to lots of conversation material. So ... why don't you invite us out anymore? Sure, we don't have many babysitters in town, but we have some. Sure, I can't drink, but I never really did before. Sure, we can't close the bars down. But, we can still go out. We are the same people we were a year ago, we just have a little person waiting for us at home now.
All I'm asking is that the next time you think 'Oh, I should invite Amber and Billy, no wait, I can't, they have a baby,' just ask us - and let us decide if we can come or not. I'm pretty sure we'll jump at the chance to get out of the house sans the cutest baby in the world for a few hours.