Her other anxiety attacks include, but aren't limited to: Buster drowning in a river, ants crawling on her feet, me or Dan dying, and her grandparents getting older.  I know I went through a similar phase as a kid, but I was several years older.  I used to plan out scenarios in my mind about how I would run out the back fence of the school and to my house so I could help my mom carry all the smaller children up the mountain so we all wouldn't drown when all the dams broke as a result of the major earthquake.  And then, I would usually end up sobbing to my parents at late hours of the night.  Since that time, I've learned to channel my neuroticism into other venues which usually involve me trying to control the lives of those close to me and obsessively organizing my kids' toys into bins by category, you know healthy hobbies.

Swim lessons for Little H had been a lot of fun until halfway through when the teacher introduced "the bob" where she had to put her whole face under water.  It was just awful for her.  She only went all the way under twice more before she refused to do it anymore.  I've tried to get her to practice in the bathroom, but the fear seems to be getting worse and worse.  Tonight in the bathtub she had a major breakdown when I just suggested we try.  She was sobbing and sobbing.  Of course I didn't make her, but I'd really like her to move on to the next level of swim lessons, and I'm afraid we'll never get to that point.  I don't want her to panic, but I also don't want her to regress.  I guess I'll just back off for a little bit and see what happens.  In the meantime, she still loves to put on her swimsuit and participate in any water activities that don't involve her face being submerged, so that counts for something, I guess.