i have a baby k'tan wrap, which was a lifesaver when anabelle was younger. she hates it now. i homeschool paisley daily, while including art time with that. every day, we learn about a new letter, and we make something begining with the letter. my kitchen walls look like a pre-school with all the posterboards i have created. letters, numbers, shapes, weather, a calender, colors, etc. we even do monthly themes. the only me time that i get is when i grocery shop. paisley is a nightmare at the grocery store, and come sunday morning, i'm running away from my house screaming. the last time that i took her to the store with me, she dumped an entire carton of eggs upsidedown. all over the food. a full basket of food was covered in raw egg, while she giggled hysterically. she's that kid that we all look at and think, "oh. my. god. i feel sorry for the parent!" she waits until i'm in the middle of something to act up, or get into something she's not supposed to. if i'm feeding anabelle, she believes it's the perfect opportunity to go in the kitchen, and pull a chair up to the counter tops so she can rummage through the cabinets. my little monkey is super strong, and brilliant, which fosters her ability to climb over every single baby gate in the house. i don't have the typical store-bought baby gates. we took her drop side crib and turned it into one, because we knew it would be more sturdy, and a good bit taller than the normal ones. for god's sakes, this child was climbing out of her crib at 6 months! from a very early age, i knew that she was going to be a difficult child, and i made peace with it. she is a high-functioning autistic savant. she's been writing her letters, numbers, and name since before her second birthday, reciting the alphabet backwards for months, as well as counting to 30. i hate being the mom that always yells. i do the best i can to keep my patience tank full, but she is the first to empty it with her antics. the extreme temper tantrums have me silently sobbing most days. i have honestly dealt with fits that last up to 2 hours. it's all i can do just to pick her up, put her on the edge of her bed, and say, "i know you're angry right now, but you cannot act like that. when you are ready to talk to mommy and tell me what's wrong, i'm ready to listen. her doctor told me to just ignore the tantrums, because time-outs are not the way to go. he explained it like this: "in a child's mind, you are withdrawing your love because she can't behave at that time, and it sends the message that you will only love her when she's good." i think that's a load of bullshit, and i'm on the hunt for a new ped. i'd much rather institute a time-out instead of spanking. anabelle despises the exersaucer and bouncer, and will only tolerate the high chair for about 15 minutes. i, too, have adopted the mindset of cleaning what i can, when i can. i gave up my dream of a june cleaver looking home a long time ago.