For Kate's birthday, Dan and I had talked about buying her a little toy piano, and we may still do that. But in the days leading up to her birthday, she became obsessed with holding onto our fingers while she practices walking. This is fine, but as I noted in her one year letter, we're both pretty tall, and it's hard to stoop over like that for long periods of time. Thus, we changed our gift-giving plans and bought her this little push-toy that lets her stand up and walk forward while holding on to the handle. Because we're lazy parents, and if they make a piece of brightly-colored plastic to do a job that we would otherwise have to do, we will buy it. OK, not really, but sometimes I think the people who market baby products spy on me in my home.

That said, she loves this thing. She's still trying to figure out how to turn it around, so when she runs into a piece of furniture or a wall, she gets pretty mad until one of us comes and arranges for her to have another swath of unobstructed road to travel, but when she's tooling around behind it, she thinks she is so cool.

It has toys attached to the front. So sometimes she has to stop and play with those.

Once she's able to walk, it collapses down into a little car riding toy. We've told her to enjoy it, because it's the only car we're ever going to buy for her.