Cars water clogs

I have a serious situation here, I have been looking and looking for a new or used pair of cars clogs for Owen. I bought these at goodwill around Christmas time and then saw them at Target for a while after that and thought I wouldn't have a problem finding them ( WRONG). He is still wearing this size 6 pair which is a size and a half to small. I can't tear them off him and I can't find them any where. I have tried amazon, eBay, Target, Target.com, and craigslist. I am in a terrible bind. Owen loves these shoes soooo much and I would really love to find any size 7-9 ( or all sizes in between really) somewhere.... anywhere...




If any of you know where I can find them please leave a comment. Or should any of you have any you are willing to sell or know anyone who is willing to sell please also leave a comment.
Any information is valuble to me I am at a loss.
Thank you
Dana

Eb⋅en⋅e⋅zer /ˌɛbəˈnizər/ [eb-uh-nee-zer] : Stone of help.

Owen Ebenezer Gay is my stone of help. In everyday tasks such as sweeping, watering plants, vaccuming, and cleaning up toys and books. But he is far more helpfull than he knows.

Before I became pregnant with Owen I was swimming in a sea of confusion and self indulgence. I did what I wanted whenever I pleased. I was trapped in debt and living like tomorrow would certainly never dawn. Full of despair and emptiness I needed some serious help.
When I found out I was Pregnant I re-dedicated my life to God remembering His unwavering love for me. I was broken and humbled, ashamed and amazed. How could I pull myself together? Why was I being given a child? God used it all to help me up.
My life has been far from perfect since but its good. I have a Good strong marriage to a great man. A home, Food to eat, a car to drive, and all of this on my husbands income so I can stay home with Owen.
Whenever I struggle with selfishness or anxiety about whether I can do this "parenting" thing I look at Owens face. There I see help (not necessarily from him) but working through him and definitely in his heart .

Playing??

These two have their own ideas about fun. On this particular occasion "fun" equaled putting ALL of the toys in Owens room into his bed and jumping up and down.
It was hard to get a good shot with all of the "bouncy bouncy" going on .
You gotta love em. Huge mess but I was still smiling.

All boy

Little freeway planner

Owen has always been a great independent player.
I have been told that that is often not the case when you only have one child, but it is definitely the case with Owen and I feel very blessed.

The other day he constructed a highway on our window sill. I can still remember when he couldn't even see out of that window without a stool.

It is a joy watching him play with imagination. Pretending brings lots of his old and often forgotten toys back to life. Now in some form or another many of the castaways in his closet have regained favor.

I have always hated freeways. Driving on them makes me nervous and sometimes even panicky. Knowing now that he observes and re-creates what he see's while we drive along (the busy scary death track) makes me mind them so much less.

Who knows he may end up being a great civil engineer someday.

Sleepy Boy

Owen has really grown in the last few months. He says so many words now I have stopped counting, although he did call our cat Sunday annoying the other day which was new (wounder where he got that? ;)).
He expresses his opinions freely saying things like "i don't want to go there tday Mommy" and "my buckle my own seat belt myself" and the favorite " my hold Mommy's Hanny in the street and no cars eat you" he is in fact referring to himself when he says "no cars eat you" (hasn't quite got the concept of "you" and "me" yet). It's easy for me to start thinking of him as a little man.

The other day I needed to wake him from his nap ( which is very rare). I walked into his room and stood and watched as he lay peacefully dreaming. Seeing him so quiet and tranquil reminded me that he is still very small and innocent. Despite his leaps in cognition his constant movement and desire to be doing and going. He is far from wise and has only a fraction of the knowledge he will gain as a man. These days are so precious he is so vibrant and in love with life. I must remind myself to enjoy this moment while it lasts.
He is still a baby, if not for long, for now. And forever to me.

Makeup

I saw him looking through my makeup bag but didn't think he could hurt anything.
technically he didn't.





He wanted to leave it on he said "I look nice" so we left it on