A month or two ago, Grace suddenly “got” the concept of me…of her…of Grace, or as she often calls herself “Gacie Gace”. I think both Grammie and Day Care people call her that and she finally understood it to be her. The other her, or at least one of them is “I, Self”. When something needs doing and no one can—or should—do it but Grace, she announces “Self do it” or “Do it I Self” either way, it means hands off (“No Touch!”). Since Self doing things is non-negotiable and Self does not tend to do things in the fastest possible way or even a way that is at all possible, like taking off your pants while sitting down, life can move a little slow around here. It is nice to see that Self can climb into a high chair or into a car seat with a great degree of Self-satisfaction. Sometimes, if Self can’t get it done or feels satisfied that she has been allowed to try, Self will ask for a little Self-help and things can move along a little faster. Other times, Self does not want a helping hand but the clock is ticking on something else and help comes anyway. And hilarity ensues.
