Puttin' on the Ritz

I've breastfed Elizabeth for almost nine months now.  We delayed solids and didn't start her on food until she was just past six months old.  I buy organic, fresh produce.  I steam, bake, and puree her baby food.  I freeze it in ice cube trays and then put the cubes in neatly labeled jars and bags.  I agonize over the lack of diversity in her diet and research various fruits and vegetables to decide when to introduce them.  I make sure to always pack bananas and avocados when we're traveling. I'm sure to always wait three days between each introduction in case of an allergic reaction.

Side note:  If this is how I am with my second child, you should have seen the insanity that was Joseph's first year.

All of this takes time, energy and organization - three things that are not always plentiful.  There are nights that I'm steaming sweet potatoes and baking butternut squash while the rest of the family sleeps.

Then...

"Hey baby," Chad said over the phone, "can Elizabeth drink water?"

"Well..." I hedged.  "Technically she can, but only a little bit.  To be honest though, she really shouldn't need it.  Her baby food and breastmilk have enough water in them to keep her hydrated."

"Yeah.  Well.  I think she's thirsty."

"She shouldn't be."

"Well, I fed her Ritz crackers and now she seems thirsty."

"........"

"Baby?  You there?"

"................."

"Baby?"

"Ritz?!"

"Don't worry!  I checked the sodium content and they seemed way better than Saltines."

*face desk*