Sometimes our timing does not match, Kingsley’s and mine. Shopping must be done (me), lunch must be had (me-food; King-milk), and naps must be taken. But because I am fortunate enough to have the easiest, most loving baby as my own, it doesn’t really matter where this all occurs. Ideally its at home, but every now and again we find ourselves out and we must improvise.
In this instance my shoulder takes on the form of a comfortable mattress for Kingsley’s cheek. Sleep comes easily to him after a session on the boob…and I get to finish my lunch!