Z has always controlled the airways. She was an only child for the first three years of her life and I spent all day in one-way and, eventually, real, honest-to-goodness, two-way conversations with her. By the time she was a toddler and talking in earnest, our dinner table conversations were pretty much dominated by whatever bizarre-o thing was running through her head.
As Z got older, the conversations in the car, on a walk, at the table became a place to chat about our days, to ask burning questions about dinosaurs, to test out nonsense jokes that made us roll our eyes. She's always been a part of the conversation because, of course she was. Slowly, falteringly, we taught her about taking turns in a conversation, not interrupting, listening patiently for the whole question before answering.
Then E started talking. And she wanted her fair share of the airwaves. At first it was loud babbling, with shrieking sprinkled in for punctuation, any sounds she could muster just to contribute and be part of the family. Now it is full sentences or, her current favorite, Christmas carols sung at top volume. All while someone else is trying to talk about their day.
Momentarily resting her sledding muscles, and her vocal cords.
What? That's not logical? NO WONDER.
Now our house during daylight hours is a swirl of little people talking over one another. I am constantly one "conversation" away from a headache. We are working on remedial conversational skills with Z and basic NO SCREAMING PLEASE instructions with E. I bark endlessly: "Just a minute! I can't hear you until I finish hearing your sister!" "Inside voices!" "One at a time!" and "No interruptions, please!"
So, of course, E has taken to yelling, when I'm in conversation with someone else: "INTWERUPON!!! INTWERUPON!"
At least she's aware of what she's doing? It's a start?
Where's my Advil.....