Poop-splosion

So, I'm at work recently. I really don't get to see Nathaniel nearly as much as I'd like to, and when I do see him, I tend to be tired. That's no fun.
Amanda says he getting closer to really smiling and he's trying to roll over. And I'm not around to see most of these things happening regularly (but I do get to see them, so it's not that big a deal)

But in my limited time with him, I do seem to get all the best pooping moments.
Twice in the past 72 hours or so, I've experienced the unexpected expelling of poop I've come to call the poop-splosion.
Here's how it works: You hear him poop. You know he's got more coming, so you wait for a few minutes to let it all come out. Then you go to change his diaper, and he decides THIS is the time to finish things off. Poop-splosion. Good thing there's about eight layers covering everything we put him on ... except for dad's hands, that is.

The poop-splosion generally happens in the classic "play-doh" style. He's looking all cheerful and such; you remove the diaper; you lift his legs to get in to clean ... and the lifted legs force things out like he was some little Play-Doh extruder. No neat designs, though, just ... well, I've probably already said too much.

Anyway, I really can't wait until I get to spend some time at home with him, away from work, next month.