I live in fear of Willow suddenly dying--you know, we'll be sitting there, and she'll be dead. Because that happens all the time. Irrational fears seem to be part of the territory.
But fear of drowning--that's perfectly rational.
Willow's first bath was an event--my mom stood by and instructed, Toaster and RockNoodle stood by and watched and added commentary, and Dave documented.
The child does love her baths. She sits very calmly and quietly, and just relaxes her body into the water.
She relaxes so much, in fact, that she dunked her head in. I nearly drowned my daughter in her very first bath. It's all uphill from here, right? Yeah, just leave your Mother of the Year award at the door.
But she's very good-natured about it all. (Most of the time). (Most of the time except at 2am). (And 4am).
I'm about to give her my first solo bath. Wish her luck and survival.