When babies poop

Ava is a very, very good baby. Other than the first 6 weeks of her life, when she had untreated reflux and screamed nonstop, she has been a dream. Good sleeper, all smiles, extraordinarily cute, BUT...she has a poop issue.

Just after she was born, I was changing her diaper (with Caroline, thank God) and I lifted her little leg and the poop started flowing. She was like a miniature human soft serve machine. Every time I lifted her leg, more poop. It took two of us to keep it from escaping the changing table and creating a poop lava flow on to the floor. Two weeks later, at home, KC was changing her diaper and she shot poop across the room--hitting him enroute and showering our bedroom drapes (which we then referred to as the diahrrea drapes).

Since then she regularly has epic blowouts. We've developed a ranking system to decribe them to one another: 90 degrees mean it shot up the back and out of the diaper, 180 means out the front and back, and 360 is, of course, around the world.

I ask you, doesn't it seem amazing that a person who weighs not much more than a bag of flour and can't sit up by herself has the abdominal power to shoot liquid poop 6 feet across the room? I'm sure there's a biological explanation, but it still seems impossible.