I don't care that the Blue Power Ranger has an Octozord...

Two of my kids have labels.  I don't like the term special needs.  All of my kids are special and all of them have needs.  Ugh.  My oldest has recently been diagnosed with ADHD.  He is 7, so I kept telling myself that he was acting like a 7 year old.  Very active, very talkative 7 year old.  He loves to talk.  He gets that from me.  I can't help myself.  I have to fill silent gaps, and I don't do it well. 


A few weeks ago, I was getting my nails done with my bestie....a rare treat.  At one point I turn to her and I say "Did you know that the Tower of Terror is a mauve-y brown color because you can see the backside of it in the background of the Moroccan pavilion if you are looking from across the World Showcase Lagoon!?"

WHO THE FUCK CARES?!

Anyway, back to my 7 year old who does the same thing but instead of random Disney trivia, it is some new theory he has on the Power Rangers....His teacher calls me in January to let me know he CAN NOT SIT STILL in class.  I agree, I have noticed it at home, etc, and I ask her if she thinks we should get him tested for ADD/ADHD?  She sighed with relief and was glad that I brought it up because most of the parents she has this conversation with curse her out...WTF?  Seriously people, these teachers(at least most of them) are just trying to do their jobs and the LEAST we can do is NOT curse them out!

So I tell my husband we need to take oldest son to get evaluated and his first response is a very defensive "He's only 7!"  Ok, so I decide to sit on the issue for now and see how it goes.  Well fast forward to March and things are getting worse and not better.  So I made the appointment.

After spending 45 minutes with my child the (highly recommended, by several different sources) doctor comes out to speak with me.  With very wide eyes she says "My evaluation is only half way completed, but yes he ABSOLUTELY has some form of ADD."  She went on to explain later that within minutes of their meeting he started pacing the room.  When asked to name 3 wishes, at the 3rd wish he trailed off and started talking about her clock....lol.

So now we are in the process of trying out medications to find the right one.  This particular 7 year old is playing this to the nth degree...