tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31430998.post1766689833923165051..comments2023-12-10T07:15:34.271-08:00Comments on LuluPatina: The best of times, the worst of timesBronwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09903002566995134473noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31430998.post-64602249317409038232008-07-04T14:32:00.000-07:002008-07-04T14:32:00.000-07:00ii <3 U!mMchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11962851464935911193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31430998.post-5804339444382734082008-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:002008-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:00Sounds like life with Regan at that age! I rememb...Sounds like life with Regan at that age! I remember feeling like a failure on a daily basis as she threw temper tantrums in the isles of Target or when I had to stand at her bedroom door holding it closed while she had a time out, during which she would pee her pants just too get in one last stab at me. My only words of advise are PRAY (Phil and I would go into her room after she was asleep and pray over her every night) and stay strong, even when you just can't muster the energy to fight one more time, Pray again for strength. BTW, Regan is growing up to be quite a joy to be with, she'll be 7 in two months & no longer pees her pant to make me mad :)lolamyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16038494611584982961noreply@blogger.com