Porridge Trauma

After 6 weeks of feeding our little baby solids, it has become apparent that Anya has not mastered the art of eating. However, she does have the 45 minute raspberry down to a fine art. It turns out that we have a very picky baby (Hermann is now questioning parentage - she can't possibly come from his gene pool if she turns down food). This baby WILL NOT eat porridge of any variety unless mixed with copious amounts of stewed pears. Our hopes of sleeping through the night (well at least until 5am) have been well and truly dashed and to cap it all, the Froonchen is now officially under weight for her height. Memories of being force fed boiled courgettes with tomato ketchup have come flooding back as I am now equally guilty of trying to force feed the baby a pear and porride mix that resembles wallpaper paste.