Baby Jackson.

That’s my new nephew, son of my younger sis and her husband. He is adorable.

Tonight, we celebrated my sisters’ birthdays (one day apart) at the Indians game, and Jackson was there.

You’d think we were standing in line at the deli department the way we line up for dibs to hold the baby. “Take a number,” I told a relative, because I called him first. The little guy is loved, that’s for sure.

I was enjoying my bonding time with Jackson, observing that he is already filling out, and even smiles on occasion. Then I remembered how much I love the baby phase. They are such snugglers.

That baby-soft skin took me back, and I started to miss that powder smell and chubby grip on my index finger…

…then Jackson spit up.

Sure was nice while it lasted.