Max rides a bike!
At the risk of sounding sexist, teaching a boy how to ride a bike was 400 times easier than teaching a girl. This might have more to do my actual kids (and I'm sure it does), but teaching Dylan was traumatic for all involved. There were tears, there was shouting. It was horrific.
Teaching Maxie? Actually, I didn't even have to teach Maxie. I put him on the bike, he started pedaling, and I let go. Done and done. The video below is from his third try. We still need to work on starting and stopping, but I'm pretty proud of us.