tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318666862012-02-16T04:30:16.900-08:00Cindy Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12028320886391779522noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31866686.post-46623269444365431202011-10-03T16:39:00.000-07:002011-10-03T16:39:21.970-07:00Driving home from a friend's today, I decided I would start a blog. "It's not for me," I rationalized. "It's for my family."<br /><br />After all, how cool would it be to read our family's history -- our day-to-days and our milestones -- all in one place? I would love to have had that. Not blaming, Mom. Just sayin.<br /><br />I wouldn't normally write anything about a day like today. I went to the chiropractor. Stella screamed. We went to Buy Buy Baby and Whole Foods. She napped for an hour... Ouch. It rained. I thought I would lose my mind. I texted Tara. Stella and I went to Tara's house. Stella and Kieran were adorable. La la la.<br /><br />It was just a day, just a rainy Monday. And it was perfect.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31866686-4662326944436543120?l=boundlessbites.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cindy Mannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12028320886391779522noreply@blogger.com0