st patricks day, explosive poontain, and irish soda bread

It was a busy end to the week.  I got a good amount of research done, calculations on atmospheric transport and isotopes.  My wife had Tilda Thursday and Friday on account of me having her Tuesday and Wednesday, so two consecutive days are good for momentum.  I was able to resume a hobby of pipe and drum -drumming, so I'll be busy on St Patricks day with that.  Its time to get the irish soda bread in the works this weekend and make sure we have a corned beef for the big day.  Cabbage may not be on the menu this year, what with the breastfeeding and what have you, but, we'll see.  Tilda had a explosive occasion of 'poontain' (http://babyyearone.blogspot.com/p/more-words.html) this morning around 5am.  My eyes were still glued shut from the sleep and I thought I saw the pooh in the diaper leaking towards her head, so I lifted her legs a little more to see what was happening and I got poontained.  The poop was so explosive my wife heard it in the next room.  I've always heard the stories of little boys wee-ing in your face during diaper changes but no one ever told me that the little one can explosively pooh mid-diaper change, while you have the legs up, and that that pooh can explode all over you, nearly two feet away.  I had to change my pajama pants and shirt.  I was never alerted to this possibility but it's happened to me twice now, so I hope someone reading this will learn from my novice poopxperiences.