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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERXo_eyp7ImA9WhdQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449584385858470784</id><updated>2011-08-15T16:33:24.443-04:00</updated><category term="pics" /><category term="therapy" /><category term="weather" /><category term="katie" /><category term="moving" /><category term="halloween" /><category term="gabby" /><category term="news" /><category term="selective mutism" /><category term="weight loss" /><category term="prayers" /><category term="studies" /><category term="ebay" /><category term="doctors" /><category term="random" /><category term="gym" /><category term="separation" /><category term="llama queen" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="christmas" /><category term="broken bones" /><category term="music" /><category term="new house" /><category term="school" /><category term="ryan" /><category term="toads" /><category term="jamie" /><category term="jimmy" /><category term="summer" /><category term="birthdays" /><category term="job" /><category term="celiac" /><category term="funny stuff" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="Awards" /><category term="family" /><category term="sports" /><category term="concerts" /><category term="weird holiday" /><category term="mom" /><category term="Geocaching" /><category term="mackenzie" /><category term="health" /><category term="work" /><category term="Michael" /><category term="kids" /><category term="diabetes" /><title>Llama Queen's Don't Do Homework</title><subtitle type="html">This is a place where I can keep track of the silly, funny, weird and sometimes annoying things that my family does.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449584385858470784/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319500444098478269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LlamaQueensDontDoHomework" /><feedburner:info uri="llamaqueensdontdohomework" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BSXY4fCp7ImA9Wx9TEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449584385858470784.post-6762947007433109596</id><published>2010-11-17T10:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:30:58.834-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-17T10:30:58.834-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ryan" /><title>14 years</title><content type="html">14 years ago today was my due date with my first baby - Ryan Patrick (at that point, he wasn't Ryan yet, because he was either going to be named Ryan or Sean. It wasn't until he arrived that I was sure of his name). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/TOP0abKVDJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_qu_BawMh6k/s1600/PG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/TOP0abKVDJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_qu_BawMh6k/s320/PG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540540701400698002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to come early a few times, but when my due date actually arrived, he decided to stay put for an extra 9 days!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has continued to live life in the same way, in his own timing. Ryan is not one to be rushed, he simply just goes with the flow and does things when he's ready. This can be a bad thing when it comes to school, but in most aspects of his life, it's a quality that I wish I had. To be able to just go about life relaxed and not worrying because you know everything will get done eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years ago today I was 18 years old and terrified of becoming a mother. I had no clue what to expect and had no idea how I would handle motherhood. Everyone else in my life was confident that I would be fine, but inside, I doubted myself. In some ways, Ryan and I have grown up together. There are times now that I think back and wonder how I actually managed to keep him alive. I struggled and those early years were rough, but it was worth every minute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post some more pictures in the next few days leading up to Ryan's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449584385858470784-6762947007433109596?l=llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ryan has always been so well behaved, kind and polite. On November 26th, 2009 that changed! The boy became a teen, and he left all of those qualities behind. I feel like I don't know this person anymore. Every once in a while, he will surprise me with a voluntary hug, but other than that, his goal in life is to make my hair turn gray! He has gotten himself into so much trouble lately, trouble I didn't expect for a few more years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a teen myself when I had Ryan. I was 18 and just out of high school. I don't regret having him so young, because I couldn't imagine my life without him, but I do still try to use my story to help teens realize that life with a baby when you can barely suuport yourself is not fun. I've given this lecture to my cousins who are teens and my nephew and now my own son has heard my little speech that probably goes in one ear and out the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am heading into this new phase of parenting, I'm realizing that it's not just hard to have a baby when your young. The age difference between you and your child never change, I will always only be 18 years older than Ryan. Now, at 32, when some of my friends are just starting their familes, I am trying to figure out how to parent a teen. I'm not ready for this, I don't know what I'm doing!! How am I supposed to know how to teach a child about drugs and sex! How do I tell him that he shouldn't have a baby until he's married because it will ruin his life? Won't that make him feel like having him ruined my life? That's the furthest from the truth. Having Ryan changed my life, yes, but my life was not ruined at all! But telling him that might make him think it's ok to have unprotected sex! Do I ask my parents for advice? They really weren't all that convincing to me! Maybe their advice isn't a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not ready! I just want to pause Ryan at this age and keep him there until I am older and wiser. I'll push play when I'm about 45 and hopefully by then I will have read enough books and asked enough questions and I will have all the answers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since that can't really happen, I'm left to figure it out all by myself, like a grownup. Sometimes being a grownup sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and my husband, and most importantly, for Ryan. I pray that we all make it through these teenage years still speaking to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just as Ryan is moving past these wonderful teen years, Katie will be starting, and than I get to learn what it's like to parent a teenage GIRL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449584385858470784-663358315096816306?l=llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is the healthiest she's been since well, ever! She's gaining and growing more than ever and she feels good!! That makes me a happy Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, things haven't been going as smoothly at school. Normally when my kids gets report cards, I meet with the teacher, they say how well they are doing, and it's over. I was shocked when I was asked to come to a CSAP meeting about Katie. I didn't even know what CSAP was (now I know that it stands for Comprehensive Student Assistance Process). So I am asked to come to this meeting where the teacher, a counselor, and 2 other people (can't remember their titles) sat and talked to me about how far behind Katie's reading level was... I was dumbfounded. Up until this very moment, I was under the impression that Katie was doing fantastic in school and all of her reading grades have always been above grade level. I insisted that there must be some sort of mistake and that they had her mixed up with some other kid. Katie's teacher assured me that she did the testing herself and that she is very concerned about the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long conversation where I asked a gazillion questions about how they are getting the results, we came to an agreement that the way they are testing for reading comprehension may be the problem. Katie has always been known as a "shy" kid. I've always though it was more than just typical shyness, but found no reason to pursue it as a problem. Well, now that this has come up, I realize that Katie isn't just shy, she is at times, unable to speak to other people. At home, she is a typical, loud, bossy 8 year old girl. When she is with new people or people she isn't comfortable around, she is mostly silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, Katie has always been very quiet. Several teachers from pre-school til now have commented on how little she speaks and that when she does eventually speak, it's barely a whisper. As the school year progresses, Katie gets a bit more comfortable and by the end of the year she opens up a little bit and will speak softly. This year has been different because the teacher that she started with in September had to leave for Knee surgery and there was a sub for about 6 weeks. Now there is a new teacher who will be there until the end of the year. So, Katie hasn't had the time that SHE needs to get comfortable with a teacher this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When testing for reading comprehension, the student is required to read out loud and then re-tell the story and answer questions. Because Katie is not comfortable speaking to this teacher, she is not passing the test. Her inability to speak is not affecting her in any other subjects because all of her other tests are written. It seems to be only her comprehension that is scoring below average. Her actual reading level is well above average and every reading assessment she passes with 100% accuracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we took Katie to see a psychologist, who evaluated her and eventually diagnosed her with a condition called "Selective Mutism". It's a form of anxiety and now that I know about it, it makes perfect sense and describes Katie perfectly. We are choosing not to put her on any anxiety medication at this time. I personally don't like the idea of medicating children unless absolutely necessary and the doctor agreed that it makes sense to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, Katie is seeing an Art Therapist who works with children with communication problems. She is helping Katie to express herself through art. I don't know if this will be the answer to the problem but for now it's worth a try. The therapist comes highly recommended by my cousin who is a psychiatrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the school told me that Katie would have to repeat the 2nd grade if her level didn't come up enough, but I fought that! I put my foot down and I insisted that it is not fair to make her repeat the grade and re-learn all of the subjects that she is already ahead in, just because she can't talk to the teacher. They agreed to pass her to 3rd grade as long as I agree that she joins a reading group that is set up to help kids who need help catching up in reading. They agree with me that there may not truly be a comprehension problem, but they have to treat her as if there is, just in case, while we have her treated for the SM. Luckily the reading group teacher is a teacher that Katie has spent time with throughout her time at the school and she is seeing her daily now and will continue seeing her next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that starting out next year will be hard for Katie, since she will have yet another new teacher to get used to, but I am hoping that if she continues her therapy thru the summer, that she won't struggle as much in September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449584385858470784-6975575549828760704?l=llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So much has happened this year that I don't even know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just talk about the good stuff first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into our new house. It's the first time since we've been married that we live in a house rather than an apartment. The house is big enough that we were able to bring my mom and step-dad along with us. The kids LOVE our new backyard, which is bigger than any yard they ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzXO0CWL2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wZ9kaRTh2uQ/s1600-h/house.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzXO0CWL2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wZ9kaRTh2uQ/s320/house.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421444700933861218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzXOgVcFGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/H-wXq7zHrBY/s1600-h/yard.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzXOgVcFGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/H-wXq7zHrBY/s320/yard.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421444695645230178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't know why but I can't find a pic of the front of our house -I know I took some. That's Ryan and Katie on the first day of school and Katie and her cousin Gabby playing in our yard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan got his braces off. He had them on for so long, we forgot what he looked like without them. He's matured so much this year, he looks like a man. At 13 years old he is 5'8" and has a mustache! He also got his first pair of glasses this year. He loves them and looks even more handsome with them. 7th grade has been great so far. His grades are better than ever and he is really coming out of his shell. I'm pretty sure there's a girl he likes but he won't tell me her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzYXTJZHzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Tn8DZBHeLmY/s1600-h/Ryan+last+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzYXTJZHzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Tn8DZBHeLmY/s320/Ryan+last+year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421445946235494194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan Last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzYXqJd4dI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ehM--rGPq38/s1600-h/Ryan+this+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzYXqJd4dI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ehM--rGPq38/s320/Ryan+this+year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421445952409821650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan This Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we finally got a diagnosis for Katie - Celiac Disease. For some, finding out you have a disease would be bad news, but for Katie, it was great news since it meant we could finally get her healthy! She has been on her Gluten Free diet for 7 months and she has grown more than an inch, which for her is HUGE. She has also gained several pounds, which is also good! She's still much smaller than her classmates, but she's healthy and that's what matters! She still loves her diet, and rarely complains about it. Maybe someday there will be a cure, but for now, we are happy that we are able to manage her condition with a diet change. 2nd grade has been going well so far. Her grades are great and she has lots of friends. Her teacher left right before Christmas break so after the break there will be a new adjustment period of getting to know the new teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzdHF0xmXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/itenEnkhq4E/s1600-h/Katie+last+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzdHF0xmXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/itenEnkhq4E/s320/Katie+last+year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421451165339588978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Katie last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzdHh9eeDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RAW40pkUPZo/s1600-h/Katie+this+year.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzdHh9eeDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RAW40pkUPZo/s320/Katie+this+year.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421451172892276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Katie this year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our new cat this year. Pixie joined the family this summer when he was just a few weeks old. It's amazing how much he looks like Tinkerbell, our 2 year old kitty. They seriously look like twins and now that Pixie is older, it's very hard to tell them apart. You have to look at their faces to see the difference. It took a while but it seems like the 2 of them are getting along now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzeCLGGLmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JnOXZF_RC3I/s1600-h/pix+tink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzeCLGGLmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JnOXZF_RC3I/s320/pix+tink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421452180366700130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzeB3VoWVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-tnZf9_nNmg/s1600-h/Pixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/SzzeB3VoWVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-tnZf9_nNmg/s320/Pixie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421452175063144786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so good parts of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie lost his job at Lowes, which made things rough for a while, but he found a new job and things have gotten better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Step-Dad Jim had an accident in November. He fell off a ladder while fixing a roof. He had a bad concusion and 7 broken ribs. He is finally feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Jamie's grandfather this year. He was 73 and had been fighting multiple cancers for a few years. The entire family is heartbroken to have lost him, but we all know he is healed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/Szze01sdClI/AAAAAAAAAZo/abLcMUW0GJQ/s1600-h/poppop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEAAiArKUfA/Szze01sdClI/AAAAAAAAAZo/abLcMUW0GJQ/s320/poppop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421453050795330130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pop-Pop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few New Years Resolutions I want to make this year. As always I want to lose weight this year. I was doing good for a while but slacked off and gained it all back. I also want to put more effort into getting our credit cleaned up. And I hope to find us a new church and start going regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight, we are staying in. We will play games with the kids and munch on some junk food and try to stay up til midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone! Please be careful tonight - DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449584385858470784-4709610364154533547?l=llamaqueenhomework.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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