Zach loves to go up and down stairs (as most babies his age do). Unfortunately for him, the only stairs we have are pretty punk. We have the mini-step at the front porch and two steps leading to the garage. He, however, takes full advantage of both sets of faux stairs. If either of the doors are open he races (scooting of course) towards them and throws himself against the door. He will start to wail if you dare close it before he can get out.
We are obviously terrible parents since we (a) don’t let him do it all the time and (b) let him do it some, no matter that it is cold, wet and he has on neither shoes nor socks. I know Mom, I know.