Monday, October 31, 2011

Too much Hallowe'en fun?

Can we be done now?

Despite making a holiday wish list and keeping only the events that are near and dear to our hearts,  we have worn ourselves out trying to cram it all in.  And of course, the most crucial Hallowe'en events all take place within the last 5-6 days of the month.  Even though it is early in the morning of the big day - we are ready to be done.  I left Dean to carve pumpkins with Jordan and Rylan last night while I took the younger two to the store, and he slumped his shoulder and whined, "Do I have to??".  Yes.  Because it is on our list of *fun* things to do, damn it.

This happens every year, and every year I swear I will not do as much.  We did drop two events this year, even though they were on our list.  It meant being outdoors at nighttime for a length of time, and we just didn't feel like putting the little kids through that - and - it came on the tail-end of a busy, busy day, which never turns out well when naps are missed and meals are scattered.

The pumpkin patch trip last Sunday went really well.  Dean and Jordan arrived home from a scouting overnight backpacking trip at lunchtime, and we left for the patch mid-afternoon, as soon as Colin woke up from his nap.  Owen didn't nap, and it showed, but other than that the kids did well.  The afternoon was warm - but not hot, and we didn't eat there this year, so that we could avoid the wasp swarms that plague the picnic table area.  Each little boy came home with copious amounts of itchy straw in their diaper, so I know they had a good time climbing the haystack pyramid.  And we held ourselves to only one big pumpkin each, since we came home with a ton of little ones from our Miller Farms trip.  And we only spent $20 this year, which was under budget. 

We went to our homeschool group's Hallowe'en party on Wednesday night.  We had received a nasty snow storm that lasted late Tuesday into Wednesday evening, and lots of folks were without power, but luckily the facility where our party was was okay.  I was in a panic most of the day, frantically trying to finish up the costumes.  Owen's dragonfly and Colin's bee were already done, but I needed to sew Rylan's ladybug skirt and spray paint Jordan's stag beetle head and carapace.   Even worse, the painting had to be done in the basement, since the garage was too cold.  Luckily the workshop area was still set up for the time Dean spray painted Jordan's pine derby car (yes, it has been that long....), so it was pretty much ready to go.  I had to open the basement windows to get enough ventilation so I wouldn't pass out, but it was dry to the point of tacky by the time we needed to go, so it worked out.  We didn't get to the finishing touches until the next day, though - so he was just all blue and not much else.


There were all sorts of games set up, so Owen and Rylan did the ole' Balance-the-eyeball-in-the-spoon challenge.  Colin didn't quite get what was going on.



Then there was the 'mystery stuff' in the boxes.  The power of suggestion...  I remember doing this at Camp Amakulo (Campfire) one summer.  It freaked me out then, and it freaks me out now.  So, 'no', I didn't partake in this activity.  :)


Pumpkin bowling... which Colin *loved*



Cupcake eating and face painting...


Thursday was a quiet day, thank-goodness.  We enjoyed the snow (well, at least Jordan, Rylan and Owen did), we put the finishing touches on the beetle costume, and Rylan got in some painting time.  She made her own rendition of the stag beetle.







Friday meant a Daisy meeting in the morning, and then family trick-or-treating at Dean's workplace.  Some of the employees dress up and they have a contest.  The gentleman pictured here had one of the most creative costumes I have seen in a long, long time.  It took Owen several minutes to sort out how he did it. 



After we were through we went out to dinner, which has now become a rare treat for us.  We ate at Padre's, a Mexican food place in Loveland.  It was awesomely good.  Afterwards we were planning on driving over to Greeley to go to the Centennial Village trick-or-treat festival, but it was dark and getting quite chilly.  Colin did not have shoes with him (oops), and Rylan was wearing tights, so we gave it a miss and headed home.  Since we had the whole evening ahead of us, we put on some apple cider, broke out the candy and had a game night instead.




Candyland... Toy Story Yahtzee... and Blokus.  Rylan rated this day as the 'Funnest Day Ever'

Saturday was a marathon.  Mom arrived at 6:45 am, and Dean and I headed out for a breakfast date.  It was sooo nice!  Thanks so much, mom, for the gift of breakfast out and babysitting.  Afterwards, we headed home and madly stuffed kids, karate outfits, costumes, rakes and shovels into the car.  I dropped off Dean and Jordan at the church where they hold their boy scout meetings so that they could participate in a fall clean-up project and leadership training class.  I headed on to Loveland to take Rylan to her karate class.  Just as class was over, the downtown area of Loveland was filling up with costumed children and critters: it was the Downtown Fall Festival.  So we headed to car and put on the Halloween costumes.  I forgot Rylan's skirt at home, so she had to wear her karate gi instead.  Whoops.  We snaked our way through all of the participating businesses, and raked in a lot of candy goods.  Colin got very tired in the end and had to be carried back to the car.  That kid weighs a ton now...  He fell asleep before we got home, and luckily stayed asleep.  We had to turn around less than two hours later to head back to karate for their Hallowe'en party.  It was absolute craziness.  It was meant to be held at a park, but because of the snow still on the ground, it was at the studio.  It was wall-to-wall kids.  I had a hard time keeping track of  the boys, and I didn't really enjoy it at all.  Both Rylan and Owen got to throw a shaving cream pie at Mr. Schuett's face (the owner/head instructor) and then I got to as well - so I guess that made it worth it.  :)    We didn't stay too much longer - Owen was totally out of sorts by that point.  We raced back to the church, picked up Dean and Jordan and drove home.  Jordan had five minutes to change into his costume and grab a jacket.  We dropped him off at his friend Abbi's as they were going to head out for an evening of fun with Abbi's family.  We went back home and I went on to the store to get stuff for an artichoke/spinach dip to take to a party later that evening.  We were going to go to a trick-or-treat thing for little kids, but we were so wiped and the little ones were so out of sorts that we didn't.  Instead we waited a bit and then loaded up the car and drove an hour south to go to a party that was being held by a coworker of Dean's.  All three kids slept on the way...which really helped.  The house where the party was held was amazing.  It was the most decorated house (for Halloween) that I have ever seen.  There were full-size coffins, mummies, skeletons, witches, smoking cauldrons, spiders, candelabras, fog machines and spooky music - all throughout the house.  It was great and the kids were more curious than frightened - even with moving spiders and talking heads.  The greatness ended there, though..unfortunately.  There were no other children there, even though it was billed as a family party.  It was nerve-wracking having the kids milling about - there were a lot of breakable/dangerous things that they could get into in mere seconds.  We lasted about an hour and then it was time to go.

This brings me to a conundrum.  After a dryspell of social invitations for our family for over a year.. we received two party invites for the same night.  Whoa!  One was from one of my fellow bookclub moms, that was hosting a little kid party earlier in the evening.  We would have been able to go, but only be able to enjoy about thirty minutes of it before we would have to leave and head over to the little kid trick-or-treating thing, which I had bought tickets for over three weeks ago.  Then the other party invite (which started kinda late in the evening - in my opinion) came a couple of days later.  Dean really, really wanted to go to that one because he said it would be a great party - he had heard about it in past years, and was so excited that we finally got an invite to go.  What to do?  I felt bad, but I turned down the earlier party because we wouldn't be able to stay long (and what if the kids were having fun and didn't want to leave??) it would be way too much for one evening.  And then the event that I had turned it down for we ended up not even going to!  And then the much-talked-about party turned out to be a flop (in my book).  An evening of disappointment - but here is the lesson learned: everyone has to be equally invested in what we decide to do with our time, so that we all come away happy.  And only ONE event per evening.  Back-to-back evenings are hard enough.



Sunday was a much more tolerable pace.  We went to church - for the first time in nearly two years.  It felt good to see all of the familiar faces.  We came back a couple of hours later and did the trunk-or-treat event that afternoon.  Colin enjoyed working on a rather large Tootsie Pop while sitting on his grandma Judy's lap.  His costume is now a sticky mess (and so was she...)  I need to remember to wash it for tonight.  We began the pumpkin carving last night - and got as far as cleaning out the pumpkins.  The carving has yet to be done.  Luckily, we have nothing planned for today until we start trick-or-treating tonight.  Thank goodness - because I need a rest!!!  How I long for November 1st!!


It all started with a peapod...


2006



Rylan was a peapod her first Hallowe'en


And Jordan, 6, was a Power Ranger.


2007



A bee...


A Lego brick...

2008

A theme is born... 'Vegetables'


A peapod...


ear of corn...



carrot...


Awkward family photo...  :)

2009

'Insect theme'...



A bee...


A dragonfly...



An ant...



Group shot...

2010

Vegetables... (again)



A peapod...



A corn...



A carrot (and yes, I am lame... no individual pic of Rylan)



A scarecrow...



Group shot...

2011

(yes, you guessed it... 'Insects'...again)


a bee...



a dragonfly...



A ladybug...



a stag beetle...



Group shot...

A few closing thoughts...

* I love making home-made costumes...  The bee was initially Jordan's when he was that size.  I love that every kid has worn it.  My friend Gail sewed the ear of corn and the carrot.  She is a sewing genius.  I made the dragonfly.  It was the biggest pain-in-the-ass to make.  Even worse to move a kid through a crowd in... the wings catch on everything.  The Lego Brick was easy - a cardboard box, six Gladware containers and a can of red spray paint.  We painted the 'Lego' logo in white paint on each container before we spraypainted, so it shows through.  Jordan and I pulled together the scarecrow in an afternoon.  Total cost: $5.99, for the crow.  Everything else we had on hand.  Kudos to friend Norma for suggesting using a pool noodle for the arm support - much lighter than the stick we were initially using.  This year's stag beetle cost $3.77 - just a can of blue spray paint.  The rest is comprised of a bicycle helmet, pool noodle, papier-mache, duct tape and tissue paper.  The lady bug skirt was a breeze to sew... I love elastic and tulle - so easy to pull together for untalented sewers like myself.  Next year's theme is already known.. a reprise of the vegetables.  The corn and carrot outfits have to be worn again - they are just too cute to pass up.  Rylan will be a scarecrow as well - with a twist.

*  I can never remember to take decent pictures on Hallowe'en.  Never.

* Owen's facial contortions never cease to amaze me.



Sunday, October 30, 2011

Orbs of Orange...


This is one of my favorite family outings of the year.

The pumpkin patch


Last Sunday we went, with grandparents in tow...


We're off!






Which is lighter... the phone... or the pumpkin?  Hmmmm.



Rylan's pick...


Owen's pick... (for reasons that I have yet to understand...)



Jordan's pick...


Colin's pick....a stick.



Time to head back and check out the rest of the place...




















Happy Hallowe'en!

Simple Woman's Daybook Entry

 

Outside my window...  The afternoon sun is melting the last of the snow tunnel the kids built on Thursday

I am thinking... That I am sooo happy that this very busy (fun.... but busy) weekend is drawing to a close.

I am thankful... For the wonderful church family that we have.  Despite our two year absence (more or less) it always feels good to see familiar faces and feel the instantaneous community.

From the Learning Rooms... This was our 'off' week.  Tomorrow we are back at it for another three weeks.  We will be floating pumpkins in the bathtub, counting seeds and measuring... all that fun stuff.  Lots of fun projects lined up for tomorrow.

In the kitchen...  Tonight it is Tilapia. Sunday usually means fish is on the menu.

I am wearing... A black 3/4 sleeve and jeans.  With dirt on the knees.  I wore a nice skirt, hose and nice shoes to church this morning and it damn near killed me.  I have been wearing tennis shoes for a solid five weeks now, trying to turn my plantar fasciitis around.  I get my orthotics in two weeks.  Yeah!  I was in agony today, after only two hours.  I even had to hobble to the car.  No more skirts for a long while...

I am creating...  I finished sewing Rylan's ladybug skirt Wednesday, and finished painting Jordan's papier mache Stag Beetle head and carapace on Thursday.  I am 'done' with projects for a little while...

I am going... out with some fellow homeschooling moms for a night out on Thursday.  Archery!  It is loads of fun... and I am looking forward to the wine/beer and conversation afterwards...

I am wondering...   About a little boy I saw at the church's Trunk-or-Treat this afternoon.  He was dressed as Dracula, but he had a shaved head.  I wonder if he has cancer.  I ache inside when I see little kids have to go through something like that.

I am reading...  Watermelon, by Marian Keyes.  (What still??)  I have read about another seventy pages since I mentioned it in my last SWDE last August.  I also have The Brightest Star in the Sky, by Marian Keyes, and Promise Not to Tell, by Jennifer McMahon.  All three are current or previous bookclub reads.  I'm a little behind.  I also checked out One Hundred Names for Love, by Diane Ackerman, because on my Facebook feed, author Elizabeth Berg recommended it after she read and fell in love with the first line.  She is right - it is an amazing first line.  It is also the longest first line I have ever read.  I have a new way of getting in some reading everyday.  Just like setting my timer for Fly Lady cleaning sprints, I also set a timer for 15 minutes to get in a little reading.  I try and do it twice a day.  Reading at bedtime is a no-go.  I am asleep before I can even get a page in.

I am hoping... To get in a decent amount of school this week.

I am looking forward to... Getting some projects going.  I have some committee work to get done, a blog post series launched and some files systems to put in place.

I am hearing...  Nora Jones Radio on Pandora.  Sarah McLachlan is currently playing.  I have also been listening to the new Coldplay release, Mylo Xyloto.  I love, love, love the fifth track, Us Against the World.  Wow.

Around the house... Carving pumpkins tonight.  Oh.  Boy.

I am pondering...   How to get over the initial smell of an open pumpkin that makes me want to hurl.

One of my favorite things...  Watching the kids walk around in their costumes and carry their treat bags.  They are so cute... They are growing up way to fast.

A few plans for the rest of the week... Candyfest tomorrow night, and then back to a fairly quiet routine for the next three weeks.  I love fall, but I am so glad that October is essentially over.  I am ready to move on.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

The first snowfall of the season came late on Tuesday night, and lasted most of Wednesday.  Thursday morning came and I tromped out into the front yard to snap a few frost pictures.  I was dressed appropriately in my pjs, pink bathrobe and Sorel's.  The neighbors *love* me...







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Thank you to my husband for taking the kids to the park so I could have some time to write...  :)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sniff..



My grandma Betty was married to a Finn.  The Finn side of the family held a small reunion in Denver last weekend, since some out-of-state relatives were going to be in town.  During the meal, my mom's cousin played a sound recording made in the early 60's (I think...)  I got to hear my great grandfather's voice for the first time, and hear some of my mom's cousins who were, of course, much younger then.  It felt a little surreal, but it was very cool.

After the event had ended and we were gathering our stuff and heading out, my mom's sister, who (along with her husband) had moved back to their hometown a few years ago to help look out for my grandma, approached me with a small black purse.  It had a little butterfly embroidered on the side, and I recognized it immediately.  It was grandma Betty's purse.  She told me that she had figured Rylan might like to have it.  Inside was grandma's coin purse, a couple of lip balms, a head scarf and a rain cap.  I glanced at the items, and felt a wave of sadness wash over me.  My aunt got teary too and said that the six-month mark of grandma's passing had just come and gone a couple of days ago - and she was right... it didn't even occur to me that it had already been that long.  It seems like just yesterday.

We packed up, and while everyone else left the community event center, we reparked in front of an adjacent playground and I let the kids play for awhile to burn off some energy.  It was a beautiful fall afternoon.  Owen repeatedly launched his toy tractor off of the slide.  Colin followed suit with his little orange VW Bug.  Rylan and Owen tussled over the tractor.  Aaaand it was time to go.  We loaded back into the car, and Rylan got into her seat and began digging into the little purse.  I was buckling in Colin, who sits in front of Rylan, and Rylan thrusted the plastic rain cap towards my face.  "Mama, what's this?"  I answered, "That was grandma's rain cap to protect her hair from the rain.  See? (I begin to open it up)  It goes on like..."  And then my knees buckle.  I literally had to hold onto the side of Colin's seat in order not to keel over.  And then I started to sob uncontrollably.

Sniff.

As I had opened the cap, the scent of my grandma, as clear as day, as if she were standing right next to me, sent a jolt right through me.  My body reacted before my mind did.  My heart ached.  My lungs hurt.  I felt worse than when I heard the sad news that she had passed.  I felt worse than I did at the funeral.  I felt worse than the moment when I placed my hand on her casket for one last goodbye.  Because six months have passed and the finality of it all hurts so very much... she really is.... gone. 

A little bit of baby powder..

A little bit of floral...

A little bit of arthritic cream..

After we got home, I put the rain cap and the head scarf into a ziploc bag and placed them with my other treasures.  The small glass container shaped like a strawberry that was my great-grandmother Stella's.  The pink and white beaded necklace that my aunt Janet gave me when I was little.  A B&W picture of my grandpa Orin standing by a gigantic sunflower.  A lock of baby hair from each of my children.  The ashes from Kai and Yuki, my huskies.  All of the items are a visual, tangible memory.  Yet, I think this latest edition evoked the most powerful, emotional recall I have ever experienced.

Okay, enough sadness... I need to leave you with a laugh and a smile.

Speaking of ashes, I remember the time I climbed Aurthur's Rock with Abby and Yuki, the day before Thanksgiving, 2004.  It was also Kai's birthday and she would have turned 14.  There was snow on the ground, and it was cold and windy.  I tossed some of Kai's ashes (she had passed away five months before) into the breeze.  And it blew right back into my face.  That is a memory that has smell and taste associated with it.  The cremated remains of my dog... did not taste very good.  But it did actually make me laugh.  I smiled and took a picture of myself, my old girl Yuki, and my new puppy Abby.  I added that picture to my profile on eHarmony, which I had just joined the week before.  I wanted more pictures of me on there, showing me doing the things I loved to do.  Because I had 'met' someone.  His name was Dean.

It's amazing... the memory-journey sights, sounds and smells can take us on


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Stickers? Are you SERIOUS?


We're in the midst of appointment week.  (What, again?  Weren't we just here??)  Yesterday was our busiest day.  Jordan saw his psychiatrist and counselor in the morning, then karate, and then the older three got flu shots in the afternoon.  I made them all get the shot instead of the nose mist - for two reasons: A) the amount of paperwork was silly - checklists to fill out for each child   B) Owen can't have the mist because he has RSV and is prone to pneumonia, so he had to get a shot anyway.  We were in and out of that appointment in 17 minutes - which I think beats last year's record - I remember even posting a comment about it on Facebook.

Anyway...

I am getting increasingly frustrated with both the psychiatrist and counselor.  Jordan sees the psychiatrist, 'Dr. S' sort of sporadically.  Sometimes it's monthly, but when things are going well, it spreads out to two or three months.  Things have not been going well lately.  Dr. S prescribes all of the behavior modification meds that Jordan takes.  Each visit he talks with me (and Jordan) about Jordan's behavior, does a weight check and routinely orders a blood draw just to make sure that everything is copacetic.  Each morning Jordan takes 20 mg of Vyvanse as soon as he wakes up.  The first behavioral transgression (ie - he does something obnoxious) typically happens within 2 minutes of him leaving his bedroom, so yes - I, in a not-so-nice voice, tell him to go take his pill.  The pill is a twelve-hour slow release, and then he takes 0.5 mg of Risperidone and 2 mg of Melatonin about an hour before bedtime.  Both meds are to help him sleep and even out the highs and lows.  Before we tried the evening meds, Jordan would routinely stay awake until midnight, and not sleep well at all.

At boy scout summer camp this past June, Jordan brought his meds with him, and had to hand them over to the camp office for the week.  It was his responsibility to remember to go and take his meds each day.  He was able to do this just fine.  We liked that he was taking responsibility like that, so we continued with that routine when he got home.  He remembers about 60% of the time.  We use a day-of-the-week pill case, so that way he doesn't get confused about whether he already took his meds or not.  Jordan's attention span is such that if I ask him to take his meds in the morning, he will get distracted by 10 different things on the way up to the medication closet.  Half the time he forgets what he was supposed to do, and just gets in the shower instead.  So I have to make a concerted effort to watch him take it.

Our visit with Dr. S last month did not go well.  It was our first visit since early summer - when things were going well.  On the way to our 10:40 am appt., Jordan was being especially antsy in the car.  Uh-oh.  "Jordan, did you take your meds?".  "Uh.... no?"  Damn it.   Then again, I like it when his Drs. can see him in all his glory - then they know what we are up against.  each.  and.  every.  day.  Dr. S asked (again - can't he write it down??) when does Jordan typically take his meds.  I told him the same thing I always tell him - 8 am, unless he forgets to take it.  Dr. S asked what I meant by he forgets to take it.  I told him it was Jordan's responsibility to remember to take it - I just remind him when I realize he is bouncing off the walls and hasn't taken it.  Dr. S's face actually turned red.  Red!  He was livid that we would do that.  He said, "If my name is on that bottle - it is the parents responsibility to give it to him.".  Well.  okay.... geesh.

Then he brought up stickers.  We could do a sticker chart.  If Jordan remembers by a certain time that he needs to take his meds, then he gets a sticker.  Otherwise, at the appointed time, I am to give him his pill.  Really?  A sticker?  The boy is eleven, for Pete's sake.  E*L*E*V*E*N.  He doesn't 'do' stickers.  In fact - he never has liked stickers.  I don't know if he had a bad run-in with a WalMart greeter as a small child or what - but he does not 'do' stickers.  And we've covered this with Dr. S before.  Several times.  So, as I was saying, last month's appointment did not go well.  I brought Colin into Dr. S's personal office (two smaller rooms w/in the clinic - one room is the room with the chairs that the patients and family members sit in to chat, and the other room is where Dr. S's desk is).  Colin was everyplace, and that 20 minute appointment seemed to go on forever.  Dr. S has two small children of his own, yet even though I had to leave my chair 20 times to go retrieve Colin from his office (I eventually just stayed standing), he never once thought to close the office door to solve the problem.  He just sat there, clearly looking annoyed with me.  The man has children.  Yet he has no idea what 'having children' means.  People like that REALLY irritate me.  He should know.  I know plenty of moms (and a few dads) that just intuitively know how to help you when your children are giving you a hard time.  They plant their bodies in a certain position so that a toddler can't escape a certain area.  They lend a helpful hand, a tissue, a cracker... whatever is deemed necessary at the time.  This man clearly has no experience with this.

He validated my theory about his inexperience during this most recent appointment.  By stating, again, that a sticker chart would be helpful for Jordan.  (Again - doesn't this man realize that Jordan is eleven??)  I was asking for some concrete things to try with Jordan during those difficult evening hours between 5-9 pm, when the meds have worn off.  He came up with stickers.  I bet that during his clinical study years, he missed the class that offered concrete exercises to try with kids, yet attended the one on stickers.  Because that seems to be the only trick up his sleeve.  Stickers.  I even left the kids in the car, watching a movie, so that I could be fully present to discuss the issue and get something other than the suggestion of stickers.  He is still clearly annoyed with me and thinks that maybe my expectations for good behavior are a bit too high.

(What is it with people telling me to lower my expectations lately...?)

Here is my rant.  I am sick and tired of spending lots of time, energy and money (thank goodness for insurance) to go see these "professionals" who don't truly understand what it is like to live 24/7 with a child that has ADHD.  And not just the doctors... most everyone does not truly understand how mentally exhausting it is. Oh I know, I know.. harness the mental creativity and redirect it.  "ADHD is a gift."  Some days I truly feel cursed.  I go to the Dr.s not just for the drugs (because I concluded long ago that I could not go through another day of out-of-control spastic behavior, and take care of three other demanding children as well), but for the advice and counsel on how to help Jordan - yet there is none of that forthcoming!  The counselor offers no concrete suggestions for Jordan on how he can help himself when it comes to making and keeping friends.  The psychiatrist can offer no help or advice on steps Jordan can take to begin work on self-regulation other than a childish sticker chart.  I asked Dr. S for advice on a very specific thing: steps that Jordan could take during his weekly boy scout meeting (it occurs in the evening - not his best time of day) to help him minimize distractions and he suggested moving the meeting to a Saturday afternoon.  You've got to be kidding me!  Yes - I am just going to call up the entire troop and request that the 40 or so troop members switch things up so that Jordan's needs are met.  I can't even begin to wrap my head around the ridiculousness of this suggestion and that he actually posed it as a serious consideration.  He doesn't think Jordan is capable of any attempts to self-regulate yet.  Bullshit.  Children are capable if you give them a chance.  He has proven that he can memorize boy scout stuff- protocols for this and that and the other.  He can certainly memorize a protocol for what he needs to do to be able to get through a boy scout meeting with minimal distraction and goofing off.

See?  It's easy...


1. Sit at least 1 foot away from his nearest neighbor (he has issues with invading personal space)
2. Don't touch or talk to your neighbor.
3. Hold an appropriate 'fiddle' object - like a single Lego - it keeps his hands busy and his mind focused
4. Don't blurt out - keep comments to self and watch, wait and listen until it is time to talk
5. Keep repeating your question in your mind until it is okay to ask it.
6. Form pictures in your mind about what the Scout Master is talking about to help you stay focused.

Wow.  I am way better than a licensed professional.