We’re in the middle of Erin’s first post-kindergarten week. This is also a week she is not in one of the many summer camps she’s signed up for this year. This is also a week I’m not feeling at my best to be the at home parent,  since I’m either in intense jaw pain or on painkillers (wisdom teeth extraction FTL). But I’m not going to sit around and do NOTHING for the whole week.

So today we’re at Great America. I’m just staying off the roller coasters.

On a recent trip to Gilroy Gardens, Erin insisted on dressing “like Word Girl”. Word up.

On a recent trip to the Hiller Aviation Museum, Erin insisted on sitting in the cockpit, like one of the Blue Angels. Thumbs up.

On a recent trip to the comic book store, Erin and Adrian insisted on heading straight for the Mad Magazine section. Screwed up.

On a recent trip downtown for a parade, Adrian insisted on rockin’ out air-guitar style with a group of Little League kids. Tuned up.

On a recent trip downtown for a ballet recital, Erin insisted on being adorable as all get out. Dolled up.

And on a recent trip to the Stanford Powwow, I insisted on grilling 80 lbs of chicken and an entire salmon for the tribal elders. Burnt up.

On a recent blog post, I insisted on recounting a number of events and adding pictures to enhance the stories. Caught up.