Lately I have been really sucking at taking photos. I know this is shocking. After all, when Alexis thinks back on what I was like when she was little, she's going to picture a tall brown-haired lady with a silver camera attached to her left eye. I take Mr. Canon with me absolutely everywhere, and yet yesterday? I took ZERO photos. Considering I'm attempting Project 365, this is downright inexcusable.

There were plenty of opportunities for photos. We spent most of the day working in the yard. Alexis happily lounged in her pool, looking cute, while I yanked out weeds. When I started loading mulch into a wheelbarrow and hauling it around the yard, Alexis sat in her beach chair, donning sunglasses and looking cute. When she grew bored of chillin', Alexis rummaged in the garage until she found her little sand shovel and started helping me load mulch into the wheelbarrow. And guess what? She was cute doing it. Then there was the ultimate in cuteness when Alexis sat in the yard with Cody, the two of them happily romping and hugging and kissing and playing.

Lots of cuteness.

No photos.

I could make excuses. Like, I was really trying to get those three yards of mulch where they belonged as quickly as possible and didn't want to stop. Or, I didn't want to get Mr. Canon dirty. By the end of the day, it was pretty obvious that I would have stayed cleaner if I had gone mud wrestling. I could even blame the giant blister I got on my shutter finger when I had to hack at an overgrown bush with really dull pruners.

But, alas, I have no excuse. I was just too lazy to take photos yesterday.

Overcompensation to start . . . now.