I really do hope that the title of this post gets that song stuck in your head.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/30/in-summer/

Where there are cheddar goldfish there is also my first born dog.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/27/water-dogs/

Suddenly Utah's famous green jello and funeral potatoes don't seem so exotic.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/27/street-food/

"If you read the Bible, if you study the person that Jesus was when he walked the earth, you'd understand that there was never a trade or a cost for his service. He fed and he clothed and he healed because he loved."

http://dooce.com/2014/06/26/oh-no-dooce-found-jesus/

Seizure Watch 2014 continues and the good news is that Chuck is exhibiting no bad signs.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/26/ongoing-progress/

After a night spent witnessing a way of life no mother or daughter or sister should have to endure.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/26/a-debrief-by-the-sea/

One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/25/a-haircut-in-photos/

I only packed a carryon for my trip to Southeast Asia because I was going to be changing planes twice and staying in three different hotels. There was very little room to bring back souvenirs for the girls, and I while I was trying to figure out what to get them I decided that going [...]

http://dooce.com/2014/06/25/souvenirs-2/

Hugs smelling of sunscreen, tear-free shampoo, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/25/watching-her-grow/

Yes, this happens close to home, too, and yes, there are ways we can all help. I will soon address all of that, but right now I'm getting my bearings about me.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/24/some-initial-thoughts-from-a-travel-addled-brain/

The next time I leave I'm afraid I'll return to a small pyramid fashioned out of giant dried turds.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/24/my-welcome-home/

I got to spend an afternoon with someone whose spirit would make me reconsider the existence of God.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/20/khru-ja/

My very own Snuffleupagus.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/19/some-levity-for-a-friday-morning/

On strategy, teams, collaboration and those whose faces we cannot show you: how do you even begin to fight human trafficking?

http://dooce.com/2014/06/18/meet-the-exodus-road/

After more than 30 hours of travel, I'm finally on the other side of the world. Where they are playing my daughter's favorite song in the hotel lobby.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/18/through-the-haze-of-jet-lag/

I worry less about my children being around the stove when I'm cooking food.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/18/who-what-huh-me/

There's a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/17/a-festival-of-gluten/

If only she had written this before Marlo was born. So many of these fit her personality. In particular: Bonk.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/16/on-bracelynn-on-brogen/

This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn't cleared the mind of the one who practices it.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/16/down-dog/

If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.

http://dooce.com/2014/06/16/goodbye-to-four-forever/