She likes noise. She bops along to loud music. She checks out bright lights. A balloon could pop in her face and she wouldn’t react. Not even grimace. But close a door on her and she loses her mind. Even though she is obsessed with closing doors herself. She’s going through her mandatory toddler frustration/whinge period. I assume that it will pass as soon as she can talk more. Or as soon as she accepts that an hour of napping does not equal a well rested munchkin. It equals a crabby, shouty, whingey munchkin.
It’s a great marvel how different siblings are. Even though you know that they will be. They both have their own kinds of normal, which are completely different.
I took Riley to see Tinkerbell on the weekend and there were so many people and it was noisy. I found her pressing my hands against her ears, hard. She didn’t say anything, she just pressed. And all of her extroversion seemed like bravado and there was just my vulnerable baby left.