It's been mighty quiet around these parts the past few days. This kid has taken the first step in spreading his wings -- he is off in Indianapolis for the National FFA* Convention this week. He had to wear his jacket on the plane because he sure couldn't pack it in that tiny little carry-on!
The Convention website claims that there are 55,000 high school students walking around Indianapolis in those blue corduroy jackets. It boggles the mind. (His father starting humming "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way" when he first saw Primo in the jacket; of course it went right over Primo's head.)
In a taste of things to come, Primo is discovering just how fun it is to be off on your own for a bit and out from under your parents wings. Every text message from him, and he has been pretty good about staying in touch, has included the words awesome, great or amazing.
We have another big change on the horizon... actually, the very near horizon. Secondo will be celebrating a birthday milestone tomorrow, and I still have to finish one of his presents.
My plan for the day: knit, and then knit some more, and then hopefully I will be done in time. Goodness knows they are almost growing too fast for me to keep up.
* FFA used to stand for Future Farmers of America. Now it doesn't stand for anything, apparently, but is still focused on agricultural education.