In which Milo loses his umbilical cord, goes for a walk, and is again pooped

The cord fell off the night before last:
... which means he can have a real bath now.

The day was lovely, so we walked around the neighborhood and looked at the other babies.

As you can imagine, this tired Milo right out (as do most things, like eating, cuddling, and days that end in 'Y'), so he took a nap on his mother: