Don’t you mess with my boyfriend.

MrZ survived the pediatrician trip. And that is impressive considering that he had to wait an hour and a HALF before even seeing the doctor. And considering I had just fed her before they left and she didn’t eat very well even then (she gets bored with eating when there are kids around to watch) he was dealing with a VERY hungry NikkiZ pre-shots. Hungry and irritable babies make shots ten times more fun. Guaranteed! You should try it sometime.

He evidently explained NikkiZ’s fussiness by telling the doctor, “She’s hungry.” The doctor, of course, asked where her bottle was. MrZ had to explain that NIkkiZ doesn’t/won’t take a bottle. Her doctor expressed shock and awe and simply said, “Next time? Bring a bottle.”

“I felt so bad. Like she was telling me I was a bad parent.”

It was funny. When MrZ said that? I kinda wanted to go kick the doctor’s ass for even hinting in the slightest manner that my husband was a bad father. Or, even if she wasn’t really hinting at that? I wanted to kick her ass for making him think she was saying that. I got really defensive in that moment and seriously considered storming the playground and kicking dirt on her dress for making my man doubt himself. Even for a moment.

Thats true love. Loving someone so much you’re willing to kick an older woman’s ass to defend their honor. MrZ should be proud.