So over the weekend I found this dress in Jo's closet and I begged and pleaded with her to wear it so I could take some pictures of her in it. This is a dress I wore when I was little, and it was hand made by my Mum. I may as well have been asking Jo to wear sackcloth and ashes woven from the thorny stems of rose bushes. There was bribery and corruption galore involved in getting Jo to even put the dress on. "Just see if it fits, you can wear that other dress to church, I promise!" (I did follow through on that promise too, just for the record. This dress was only on her little body for about 30 minutes) I finally cajoled her into the dress and then down the stairs for a photoshoot. The problem being that Jo doesn't like to have her picture taken. Or rather she doesn't like to cooperate to have her picture taken. She doesn't object to being on camera, she just doesn't really care to listen to instructions. See dictionary definition: child. She will do all in her power to avoid looking at the camera, smiling, standing in that spot you wanted etc. The downside being that she just prolongs the time it takes to get the picture and therefore has to listen to more instructions. It's a vicious cycle, my very on 3 year old Catch-22.
Still, it's pretty great to see her in the dress and I know one day I'll be so glad I captured this.
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