For Christmas, Grandma Evans bought Stella a walker. She plays with it now and then, but tonight she seemed really interested in using the toy for its intended purpose. At first when I put her behind it, she had a hard time knowing what to do, and making the necessary steps to move forward was tricky. To our surprise, it didn't take her very long to get the hang of it (with Daddy in front to make sure she didn't move too fast). If she did fall she would cry, not because she was hurt, but because she wanted to be put back in walking position. It was all pretty cute.