Bob.  He is my 7 year old.  It's a name he gives himself when he is playing and laughing.  Frank is the youngest, and Billy Bob Joe is the oldest.  Bob is my middle and he has ADHD.  When Bob was 4, at his doctors check up, I asked about his hummingbird like movements.  I knew.  Through the summer prior to kindergarten and the beginning of the school year, I was in constant detour and stopping mode.  I became very good at using my wonder woman like reflexes to block a lot of the triggers that came his way.  Then in Spring, I realized that we needed help.  Not just Bob, but all of us.  We went to see a counselor, worked on behavior and rewards, and had an angry kit for when we needed a moment to escape.  It worked for a little bit, and then I realized we needed more help.  Right before Christmas we made "the appointment" with his pediatrician.  And so it began.  Our journey into ADHD land.