I bet you are making precious memories for ToddlerManatee. And you will make one day with BabyManatee.

I still have dolls that my cousin's grandma (who we also called grandma) made for me, I think it was crocheted. I wasn't allowed to play with them as a child, they sat on a shelf and when she would make me a new one, I would make room for the new one. It was lovely. I had one doll I was allowed to play with that was store bought. It didn't look like me and I had trouble relating to the doll as if she were my baby because she didn't look like me. My sister's doll looked like her and my sister's doll was perfect. Her hair was perfect, whereas my dolls hair was matted and unkempt even though I tried to brush it. I have both of those dolls still. My sister's doll perfect in hair style still and in a pink ballerina costume. But my doll looks loved on, even if I didn't relate to her. With her hair sticking up and a dress that my other grandma sewed for her. I still to this day do not understand why my parents bought me a doll with different skin color, hair color, and eye color than me. I remember them telling me, here is your baby, and I remember thinking, why doesn't she look like me? Maybe I was never supposed to be a mum. Even back then. Maybe I knew it deep inside. But I still loved that doll. Maybe I would have been a good mum. I don't know. I have strayed way off topic.

EM, I think it's sweet you make ToddlerManatee slippers.