I must note this lest I forget. I do love the way Neve often refers to me (or, with appropriate adjustment, Isa or even Lola) as “my daddy”. As in, “Look at this, my Daddy!” or “My Daddy, can you help me draw a triangle”. It’s very endearing, somehow.
She can spell her name now or, at least, recognise all its letters. And indeed she spends a lot of time spotting them and pointing them out. “Look, my sister–that’s my letter!”