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As the weather cools, we're approaching a problem--I am unable to find pants that fit my daughter. She's 22 months old, weighs 21 pounds, and is 33 inches tall. Her waist is 15 inches around, 13 inch inseam, and 16 inches from waist to feet (the kid is mostly legs!) This was great in the summer, as we just used her infant pants as capris, but with cool weather coming, we've been unable to find pants that fit her. She currently wears 0-3 or 3-6 month pants, and has one pair of 9 months that we were able to find without elastic.

We ran into this problem last year to some extent, but it wasn't as bad as her legs were shorter. We also used cute dog collars as belts, however, this year when we tried that there was too much material, even with the belt. Also, she's wearing underwear now, so we've lost the extra bulk a diaper provided.

We have some options--we buy brightly colored leggings and pair them with cute infant dresses as baby doll shirts, however the stretch pants don't hold up well for some of her rougher play--she needs a good pair of jeans for that. I've also bought some fun quilting patterns and stitched them into the hems of her jeans to extend the length a bit, and they turned out really cute, but I'd still like to find somewhere that sells slim toddler clothing.

If I can find one or two nice pairs of plain jeans and maybe a nice pair of khakis I'll be thrilled. Anyone have any suggestions? Ooh, also, if anyone has any suggestions on extra small underwear, we're currently using the little cotton diaper covers that come with the dresses we use as shirts.

Thanks in advance!
Thanks to all for the great suggestions! I've never seen the pants with adjustable waists. We do most of our clothes shopping at Target, and apparently ours doesn't carry those, so I'll check some of the other stores of on line.

I've also considered trying to make some of my own. I've done some basic sewing before, but never actually a whole article of clothing--may be fun to try. :)

The 0-3, 3-6, and 9 month pants are the ones she's worn as capris over the summer. They fall anywhere from right above her knee to mid calf. Last winter, we were able to make 9 and 12 month pants work, with a diaper underneath, and a "belt" to pull them in a bit. Since then, she's lost what little baby chub she had, and has grown quite a bit in height, plus is no longer wearing diapers. The pants she wore last winter are now 2-4 inches too short, and fall right off. The baby pants fit great, but obviously can't be worn in cool weather when her whole leg needs coverage.
Also, I know it hasn't been asked, but since she's SO small, I should add that we have ruled out any medical condition. She's hitting her milestones at or ahead of time, and is happy and healthy, just very slender. Her pediatrician, my lactation consultant, and all of the specialists we've seen pretty much agree it's a combination of heredity (I am 5'7" 125ish, with long limbs, and my husband is 6'2" and well, not sure how to describe him. Big, but not fat, but not particularly muscular wither--just very broad. He was a very lanky little boy though.) and diet. (Copy/pasted from another of my answers: ...she's picky, but in a rather unusual way. Eats plates full of every veggie under the sun--Brussels sprouts, spinach, broccoli, you name it, she'll eat it. Same with fruits. Loves eggs, cottage cheese, yogurt, olives, and any kind of bean. Doesn't like meat, but will occasionally eat plain grilled chicken breast, and seafood such as shrimp, tuna, or salmon.

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Won't eat most fast food like burgers or fries, and actually gets angry if you try to give her a chicken nugget. Does like pizza, but really only eats the cheese and sauce. Overall, I love her eating habits, and am glad she prefers healthy foods, however it's tough to keep weight on her when she'd rather eat a plate of nothing but veggies than anything else.

Sorry, it's sort of become second nature to me to explain why she's so tiny, since I get a lot of real life questions (many not so nice) about it.

Anyway, thanks again for the helpful suggestions! I'll check into them.

There are a lot of stores that now sell adjustable waist jeans, pants and shorts. Try Burlington, Kohls, Target and Macys!

2009-08-25 19:39:17 by Alexalicious

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this is just a little bit of a book that i'm writing. tell me what you think, and don't copy it.

Prelude

Two men are in a small, dark hospital room on the main floor.

“Will it be stable”?
“We don’t know yet”.
“Do you think that the family will notice any differences”?
“I doubt it. The two are the same”.
“How should we dispose of the original”?
“Take with you. Leave now and kill it later”.
“Yes sir”.

One of the men quietly and swiftly left the room. He then turned into the primary hall and blended in as a normal visitor. He was wearing a trench coat with his arms inside the coat rather than in the sleeves. He had on blue jeans and dress shoes. His face was scruffy and had long, black hair which flowed below his shoulders.

The man took a right turn into a hall with elevators. He and three women stood there, waiting for an elevator. It reached their floor and the man walked in. He pressed the garage button and the elevator slowly accented. The ride down was silent. He had a serious look on his white face, with his eyebrows pointing down, almost as if he was angry. The three women in the elevator took suspicious glances at him but all remained silent.

The drugs are going the wear off soon, he thought.

When they reached the parking garage, the women went their separate ways, as did the man. He walked to the far end of the garage on the left side and opened the door of his small sedan.

Foot steps. Coming quickly. Faintly echoing through the garage. The runner is discreet. Swish. It’s the sound of a sword being drawn.

The man gently put an oval shaped object with cloth wrapped around it, into the car. Right hand on the katana handle, and left hand on the sheath. Clap, clap, clap, clap. The foot steps continued. Clap, clap, clap, clap. They stopped. The man looked up and saw a man with a drawn sword falling towards him with a downward swing. Clack. He drew his sword and blocked the opponents attack all in the same motion. The attacker stepped back, keeping his sword in front of him and his squinty eyes aimed at the man.

The Man stood side ways and lifted his blade so that it was face up and parallel to the ground. He charged with a loud, and deep yell. The attacker side stepped to the left, while blocking the attack. He then swooped down and cut the man’s legs, then brought the blade up to strike at both fore arms. The man fell to the floor, feeling incredible pain.

With his back up against the car, he pulled out a colt 45 hand gun and pointed it at his enemy. He was blurry eyed and his hand was shaking. He fired, as the attacker ran to his right, avoiding the bullet. He aimed again, firing four shots, all of them missing but one, which grazed the attacker’s left shoulder. The attacker had too much adrenaline to notice the bullet wound.

The attacker charged in. The man only could fire one shot before the attacker came in to disarm him, and slice his throat. His last thought he had was “failure”. The man then lied there, dead and bleeding.

During the fight, the attacker had not noticed the on lookers. He heard sirens, which became louder every second. He opened the door of the deceased man’s car and pulled out the object wrapped in the cloth. He ran and jumped out of the garage tower, grabbing on to a tree. He slid down the thin tree, trying to stop and struggling to hold on.

“Gaaa”!
He fell several feet before hitting the ground and landed on his back. His felt a sharp pain and winced while laying there.

The killer got up and climbed up a small hill behind the parking garage and went trough the thicket on top of the hill. He ran through alley ways as stealthily as possible. His shoulder started to burn, as his back ached and he noticed a small cut on his arm. But, he was relieved when he saw his home in sight. He then heard a soft cry and looked down at the wrapped object. He saw the face of a whimpering, infant.

Chapter 1
It is 2009 in Cleveland, Ohio. A 17 year old boy and his uncle are sparing in their dojo, in the uncle’s house. He is Augustine Tanaka. His Uncle’s name is Rich Tanaka. Both of them are martial artists.

Rich’s old face smiled as he easily dogged a punch from his nephew and brought his tan colored leg into the air to kick Augustine in the side of his body.
“Ow, ease up a bit”.
“You need to learn to take some pain, Augustine.” Rich said with his thin, dark eyes, glaring at Augustine.

Augustine is out of breath and sweating, but his uncle, Rich is relaxed and has energy remaining. Augustine rushed in to attack with a left jab and follow up with a high kick to the head, both of which are blocked. Rich spun around and struck Augustine in the head with his heal, leaving him no reaction time.
“We can be done for the day” said Rich. “You need to practice harder. You should be better that this. Bow”
“Yes sir” said Augustine as they both bowed to each other.

Rich silently left the room and closed the door
this only the first half of chapter one. the second half is here: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index? qid=20090510172927AAxA2Yz
haha. i thought that accented means to go downward. but its both a math and musical term. sorry about that! i should use the dictionary more!

interesting. Work on your sentence structure and make sure you know what the words you're using mean. Otherwise, i would probably keep reading if there was more to read.

2009-05-10 17:04:36 by rkfan23

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Chapter 1
Strange

Jason got up it was a bright Monday morning in Cornwall. He was off to school just like any other fourteen-year-old schoolboy. He was about five foot ten, had brown eyes, and was rather good looking. He could grow up to be an actor or model. He lived with his parents whom he loved. His father was very tough on him and rather cold but Jason would never admit that. His father had short brown hair and glasses. As he reached his middle-aged years he recently has gotten slightly plump. His mother was loving and caring and very protective of him. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. Jason didn’t look anything like his parents, which he always found bizarre. “Come down Jason.” His mother yelled from downstairs. Jason was intelligent boy; he had a few mates and was on the schools football team. But for some reason he was always bullied at school. He hated school, how he was ridiculed for his intelligence angered him greatly. “Jason downstairs now!” Bellowed his mother. “I’m coming.” Jason said irritably. He went down dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. “Go out to the bus boy.” His father said. Jason hated how he never addressed him by his name or son. Just “boy” ever since he could remember. He went out to the bus stop and saw his best mate Max. “Hey Max.” Jason said as he walked up to him best friend. “Hey, did you finish all that homework last night? Mrs. Anthony really poured it huh.” Max said
“Yea it wasn’t to hard.” Jason said trying not to hurt his friend’s feelings. Max always envied Jason’s academic achievements. Max wasn’t dumb but competitive like most boys his age. He always strived to be at Jason’s intelligence level. Sadly he could never reach it. It seemed like everything Jason did he was better. Max was short, about five feet. He was horrible at sports and terrible with girls. “So are you ready to get the beaten up today?” Max asked attempting to put humor in an unfunny situation.
That is one thing Max did do well. He was very funny. “I’m getting so sick of it I think I may fight back today see what happens you know maybe I’ll beat him up, how cool would that be.” Jason said hopefully “Are you crazy? Billy will beat you more and he’ll probably get some of his rugby pals to help. You won’t stand a chance, just take it and hope it’s not to bad. Like me,” said Max. The bus pulled up and Jason was off to school. The bus ride was full of Max’s hilarious stories and impressions. The first class was double chemistry, which was excruciatingly boring. Then was math which Jason found very fun, and after that was the most dreaded part of the day, lunch. Jason was eating outside with Max when what he feared most was coming over Billy Butcher. Billy was a heavy boy. He was fifteen but still in Jason’s grade. He had short brown hair, and was about six feet tall. “Hey buddies how’s it going?” Billy said in his famous mocking tone, with his entourage snickering in the background. “Just leave us alone.” Jason said in an unconvincing weak voice. “Come on lets have a little fun come over hear pal.” As Billy said that one of his friends pulled Jason over with his massive arms. There was now a crowd around them hoping for a fight. The teacher on lunch duty today was Mrs. Dawson; a delirious old woman had no control of what happened at lunch. So that did not help Jason. Now there was a circle surrounding Jason and Billy therefore he could not run away. He now will have to do what he said he was going to do this morning. Face Billy Butcher. “Come here little boy.” Billy said in his sarcastic condesending tone, as if Jason were an infant. Then Billy sprang after Jason. Throwing a punch right at Jason’s face. Jason dodged it. He didn’t know how, but it felt good. This happened again, and again. Billy looked like a fool missing his punches. He recovered and got back up into his fighting stance. “Come on kid face me like a man.” There was obvious frustration in Billy’s voice and a slight bit of desperation. He usually knocks out his targets in one blow. Now with this huge crowd watching he didn’t want to damage his reputation of “the tough kid” by losing in a fight to someone who is half his size. He was starting to feel pressure. With every ounce of strength Billy had he threw a punch at his target. Jason grabbed Billy’s hand not really knowing what he was doing, or how he was doing it. He then preformed a roundhouse kick on his longtime foe. Billy was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his nose. Jason then pushed through the crowd and ran. He didn’t know where to go, the only logical place was home. His father was at work, but now he hoped his mother was not home. Maybe she went out she, which is what he hoped. But all of that left his mind when reflected on what just happened. He had just knocked out the biggest, and toughest kid in school. Then he asked himself, how.

Chapter 2
Note
Jason was running home fighting back tears. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him.

it's got potential, but you should go for a different writing technique. The first chapter was two descriptive with how you tell how tall everyone it, their hair colour etc. You should describe their features more indirectly. for example: "After his shower, Jason quickly combed his (brown/blonde/whatever) hair, and changed into something dark."
Also, a scenario where a short person like max needed help getting something high, and asked Jason, who is tall. that could include their hight.
One last thing, you should make the first chapter very long, its the one that has to have lots of actions to hook the readers.

if you changes some of those things, it could be a really good story

2009-02-01 18:29:37 by Matt H

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Chapter 1
Strange

Jason got up it was a bright Monday morning in Cornwall. He was off to school just like any other fourteen-year-old schoolboy. Jason was in year nine. He was about five foot ten, had brown eyes, and was rather good looking. He could grow up to be an actor or model or like so many, both. He lived with his parents whom he loved. His father was very tough on him and rather cold but Jason would never admit that. His father had short brown hair and glasses. As he reached his middle-aged years he recently has gotten slightly plump. His mother was loving and caring and very protective of him. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. Jason didn’t look anything like his parents, which he always found bizarre. “Come down Jason.” His mother yelled from downstairs. Jason was intelligent boy; he had a few mates and was on the schools football team. But for some reason he was always bullied at school. He hated school, how he was ridiculed for his intelligence angered him greatly. “Jason downstairs now!” Bellowed his mother. “I’m coming.” Jason said irritably. He went down dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. “Go out to the bus boy.” His father said. Jason hated how he never addressed him by his name or son. Just “boy” ever since he could remember. He went out to the bus stop and saw his best mate Max. “Hey Max.” Jason said as he walked up to him best friend. “Hey, did you finish all that homework last night? Mrs. Anthony really poured it huh.” Max said
“Yea it wasn’t to hard.” Jason said trying not to hurt his friend’s feelings. Max always envied Jason’s academic achievements. Max wasn’t dumb but competitive like most boys his age. He always strived to be at Jason’s intelligence level. Sadly he could never reach it. It seemed like everything Jason did he was better. Max was short, about five feet. He was horrible at sports and terrible with girls. “So are you ready to get the beaten up today?” Max asked attempting to put humor in an unfunny situation.
That is one thing Max did do well. He was very funny. “I’m getting so sick of it I think I may fight back today see what happens you know maybe I’ll beat him up, how cool would that be.” Jason said hopefully “Are you crazy? Billy will beat you more and he’ll probably get some of his rugby pals to help. You won’t stand a chance, just take it and hope it’s not to bad. Like me,” said Max. The bus pulled up and Jason was off to school. The bus ride was full of Max’s hilarious stories and impressions. The first class was double chemistry, which was excruciatingly boring. Then was math which Jason found very fun, and after that was the most dreaded part of the day, lunch. Jason was eating outside with Max when what he feared most was coming over Billy Butcher. Billy was a heavy boy. He was fifteen but still in Jason’s grade. He had short brown hair, and was about six feet tall. “Hey buddies how’s it going?” Billy said in his famous mocking tone, with his entourage snickering in the background. “Just leave us alone.” Jason said in an unconvincing weak voice. “Come on lets have a little fun come over hear pal.” As Billy said that one of his friends pulled Jason over with his massive arms. There was now a crowd around them hoping for a fight. The teacher on lunch duty today was Mrs. Dawson; a delirious old woman had no control of what happened at lunch. So that did not help Jason. Now there was a circle surrounding Jason and Billy therefore he could not run away. He now will have to do what he said he was going to do this morning. Face Billy Butcher. “Come here little boy.” Billy said in his sarcastic condesending tone, as if Jason were an infant. Then Billy sprang after Jason. Throwing a punch right at Jason’s face. Jason dodged it. He didn’t know how, but it felt good. This happened again, and again. Billy looked like a fool missing his punches. He recovered and got back up into his fighting stance. “Come on kid face me like a man.” There was obvious frustration in Billy’s voice and a slight bit of desperation. He usually knocks out his targets in one blow. Now with this huge crowd watching he didn’t want to damage his reputation of “the tough kid” by losing in a fight to someone who is half his size. He was starting to feel pressure. With every ounce of strength Billy had he threw a punch at his target. Jason grabbed Billy’s hand not really knowing what he was doing, or how he was doing it. He then preformed a roundhouse kick on his longtime foe. Billy was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his nose. Jason then pushed through the crowd and ran. He didn’t know where to go, the only logical place was home. His father was at work, but now he hoped his mother was not home. Maybe she went out she, which is what he hoped. But all of that left his mind when reflected on what just happened. He had just knocked out the biggest, and toughest kid in school. Then he asked himself, how.

Chapter 2
Note
Jason was running home fighting back tears. He

Sorry, I fell asleep after the first two sentences. Try taking some creative writing classes, they'll improve your techniques and sentence structures.

2009-02-01 12:34:04 by Matt H

I asked this but the 2nd half got cut off so here it is.....
Strange

Andy got up it was a bright Monday morning in Cornwall, and he was off to school just like any other fourteen-year-old schoolboy. He went over and brushed his teeth, his big brown eyes reflecting back at him. He was about five foot ten. He lived with his parents whom he loved, his father “Come down Andy.” His mother yelled from downstairs, Andy was rushing putting his advanced physics book in his bag. He was intelligent boy; he had a few mates and was on the schools football team. But for some reason he was always bullied at school. He hated school, how he was ridiculed for his intelligence, “Andy downstairs now!” Bellowed his mother. “I’m coming.” He said irritably, he went down dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt, “go out to the bus boy.” His father said in his usual unpleasent tone, with his big glasses, and black hair stuck behind the news paper . Andy hated how he never addressed him by his name or son. Just “boy” ever since he could remember, he went out to the bus stop and saw his best mate Max. “Hey Max,” he said as he walked up to him best friend. “Hey, did you finish all that homework last night? Mrs. Anthony really poured it huh,” Max said.
“Yea it wasn’t to hard," Andy said trying not to hurt his friend’s feelings, Max always envied Andy’s academic achievements. Max wasn’t dumb but competitive like most boys his age, he always strived to be at Andy’s intelligence level. Sadly he could never reach it, it seemed like everything Andy did he was better, Andy towered over him, Max was horrible at sports and especially football, and Andy was the captin of the football team. “So are you ready to get the shit beaten out of us today?” Max asked attempting to put humor in an unfunny situation.
That is one thing Max did do well, he was very funny. “I’m getting so sick of it I think I may fight back today see what happens you know maybe I’ll beat him up, how cool would that be.” Andy said hopefully. “Are you crazy? Billy will beat you more, and he’ll probably get some of his rugby pals to help, you won’t stand a chance, just take it and hope it’s not to bad. Like me,” said Max. The bus pulled up and Andy was off to school, the bus ride was full of Max’s hilarious stories and impressions. The first class was double phyisics, which was excruciatingly boring, then maths which Andy found very fun, and after was the most dreaded part of the day, lunch. He was eating his outside with Max when what he feared most was coming over, Billy Butcher. Billy was a heavy boy, he was fifteen but still in Andy's grade, he had short brown hair, and was about six feet tall. “Hey buddies how’s it going?” Billy said in his famous mocking tone, with his entourage snickering in the background. “Just leave us alone,” Andy said in an unconvincing weak voice. “Come on lets have a little fun come over hear pal.” As Billy said that one of his friends pulled Andy over with his massive arms. There was now a crowd around them hoping for a fight, the teacher on lunch duty today was Mrs. Dawson; a delirious old woman had no control of what happened at lunch. Now there was a circle surrounding him and Billy now he could not run away. He now will have to do what he said he was going to do this morning, face Billy Butcher. “Come here little boy.” Billy said in his sarcastic condesending tone, as if Andy were an infant. Then Billy sprang after him, throwing a punch right at his face. Andy dodged it, he didn’t know how, but it felt good. This happened again, and again, Billy looked like a fool missing his punches. He recovered and got back up into his fighting stance. “Come on kid face me like a man.” There was obvious frustration in Billy’s voice and a slight bit of desperation, he usually knocks out his targets in one blow. Now with this huge crowd watching he didn’t want to damage his reputation of “the tough kid” by losing in a fight to someone who is half his size. He was starting to feel pressure. With every ounce of strength Billy had he threw a punch at his target, Andy grabbed Billy’s hand not really knowing what he was doing, or how he was doing it. He then preformed a roundhouse kick on his longtime foe. Billy was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his nose, Andy then pushed through the crowd and ran. He didn’t know where to go, the only logical place was home. His father was at work, but now he hoped his mother was not home, maybe she went out. He hoped, but all of that left his mind when reflected on what just happened. He had just knocked out the biggest, and toughest kid in school. Then he asked himself, how?



Andy was running home fighting back tears. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him. Would he be grounded? Or worse expelled from school. He was praying his parents were not home. He was running tremendously fast, faster than he’s ever run before. He was only about one mile away from home. Then a group of men stopped him

I'll be honest - I didn't read it.
Some people - myself included, obviously - don't like reading large blocks of text.
You should consider breaking it up at the appropriate intervals; such as in conversation and at paragraph breaks.
You'll get more reviews because people are more likely to read it if it reads like a novel would - ie. separated properly.

2009-03-16 12:53:34 by Matt H