shoulder

If you're scoring at home, my babysitting stint with my sister's
grandson went quite well, if not miraculous. As soon as my sister
walked out the door, Jaylen began wailing. I sat down and gave
him his bottle, which he consumed, and then continued to cry quite
loudly. I noted that this was going to be a very long, loud hour.

I held him in the rocking chair, and used the "blowing on the eyes"
trick sister Kristin uses, and although Jaylen wailed for most of a
minute, just as suddenly, his head dropped to my shoulder, and he
slept like a rock for a solid hour.

It was a lovely afternoon with my grand-nephew, or whatever he is to me.
I've lost track.

Other people's kids are so cool.