An Apple a day keeps poo away

Peanut was four months and one day old when I tried some rice cereal on her. I made it so runny that my mom refused to call it a solid. That thing, she said, can only be fed through a bottle. I would have none of it, you know. I proceeded to tie a bib around Peanut's neck and propped her up against the boppy pillow, while she was busy checking out the monkey on her bib. When I fed her a spoon of the cereal, she pulled a face and pushed it right back out, wondering what on earth is mama feeding me. I tried apple sauce after a week and the same story. She seemed to like the apple sauce more, though. Why wouldn't she? It was so sweet ( I taste everything before feeding her), I would like to call it the Dessert. Having not mastered the spoon, she kept pushing it out and I kept shoving it in and after a while she had finished the entire jar! The next day the said apple sauce had formed a layer of concrete mess in her stomach. Resultantly, baby never pooped. It was past her usual poop time, but no sign. After forty eight hours still no poop. I called mom and filled her up on the story. She suggested some home remedies and in a few minutes , I was treated to some green gooey piece of shit (pun intended)! I thought I would call P's doctor anyway. I was adviced to give her oatmeal cereal. No apples for Peanut anymore. She is the type who gets constipated by apples. Give her fruits starting with P, she said. Prunes, Pear, Plum, Peach. Only green vegetables for her. Peas. Beans. Spinach.
Well, I just thought that Peanut was not ready for solids yet. She used to wake up every night, screaming and crying when passing gas. As all mothers would, I blamed it on the solids. Alright. No solids for another week, I decided.
When she was one week shy of five months, she showed interest in the food I ate, opening her mouth and reaching for the spoon. I tried giving her Pear and was flummoxed at how adeptly she ate from a spoon! As though she'd been doing it all the while.
She loves brown rice cereal. Pear. Prune. And Peach to some extent.

The Lord of the house thinks she's got the food gene from him. And I concede. I don't wanna break his heart, you see. So, yes, I am the picky eater in the family. Bah!