Here's how my day started out yesterday: After breakfast, my daughter let loose a weapon of mass destruction. I was going to just clean and change her, but the mess was just everywhere. The best solution was a mommy-and-me bath, where I get in the tub with her baby bathtub in front of me and we both get a good soaping. So afterwards, I had the baby on my lap, nice and clean and cooing contendedly as I dried her hair, when that familiar warm feeling spread across my belly. Yep, she peed on me, the towels, my bathrobe, the works. I stood over the changing table, collecting wet stuff and hoping to get the diaper in place before she could strike again, and I thought, "Yeah, this is still better than most days I had at work last year."