Thursday, February 09, 2006

Hand Sots

Months ago, Aunt Bec purchased for the dear miss 2 pairs of little mittens. I had tried them on her at one point, but she really wasn't wanting much to do with that at the time. So we stashed them in her closet.

Then the other day, she was playing with some sots (socks in Sami-speak) she had pulled out of her drawer, and she was trying to put them on her hands. I teased her and said, "Sots don't go on your hands!" And she thought she was very funny and whatnot. Then I grabbed the mittens, and told her that in fact they do make sots for your hands, and we put them on her. She wanted them right back off.

Yesterday she stumbled across the mittens again. And this time she asked for them to be put on her. Oh my God. So cute. She held up her hands in front of her face, and would gaze from one to the other, greatly admiring them. And she would pump her little fingers up and down inside of them, fascinated.

Yeah, we were just in the house -- but she wore them for nearly an hour. Then she would just go around the house touching mundane things as if they were suddenly transformed into amazing treasures by virtue of touching them through mittens.

I finally took them off of her because I could feel that her hands were sweating in them.

Then, at dinner last night, she saw them on top of the island in the kitchen, and "Pease? Pease? Pease?-d" until I put them on her. Then she ate her dinner with them on. She's not that adept with a fork anyway -- so it made for quite a show.