Here he is sitting in my sewing machine box. It was the perfectly sized "boat" for him.
Most days he spends a significant amount of time on his "Turn" (aka bike). He shoves his man mimi in between the handlebars and trots off as fast as he can. He still has trouble turning (which is why he calls it his "Turn"--I frequently remind him to "Turn-turn-turn-turn!" Yesterday, in fact, he called to me that he was stuck. I followed the sound of his voice into the living room but I couldn't see him. Eventually I did find him; he had ridden his bike under the sofa end table and was stuck on his bike between it and the wall. It was so cute and funny.