My name is Seca

Evie is not Evie. She is Seca. I don't know why, but she's insisted on this several times on different occaisions. She still responds to the name Evie though.

Love is the new big thing. When I tell her I love her, she goes on to list everyone who does. Every time. Daddy uvs you, Nonna uvs you, Nina uvs you, Mama uvs you, Andad uvs you, Funchees uvs you.

She loves cooking. Long may this continue. Give her a pan, some pasta and potatoes and she can entertain herself for hours, mixing it up, doling it out on plates and feeding it to unsuspecting parents.