Stairstepper

James has a new hobby.  (Ok, a new hobby aside from being a binkie stealer.)  While he is still not walking, he has started to climb stairs.  A few weeks ago, he started getting on the first step at the bottom of the stairs in our living room.  Then he slowly started going up a few more steps, only making it up 3 or 4 of them.  He wasn't really sure what he was doing, especially on the way down.  His usual way to get down is to make it to the first step and them throw himself down.  This has lead to a lot of tears, but he's a tough little guy and continues to throw himself off that first step.  I'm not sure if his goal is to give his mother a heart attack, but he's succeeding at that fairly well.  On Wednesday, Rhonda told me that he had climbed all the way up the steps at her house several times.  She watches him very closely and he doesn't throw himself off the bottom step at daycare.  Yesterday, when Adam picked him up, she mentioned that James would climb the steps more when someone was standing next to him.  Last night, Adam tested this theory and James made it to the top of our stairs.