My name is Wendi and I am a photographer from Houston, Texas specializing in photographing your life’s little hidden treasures. This blog follows both my personal and professional life. You will find images from my client sessions, and of my friends and family, as well as stories from my life as an often less than perfect mother and wife.

It is crazy, it gets exhausting, I constantly get outsmarted by my 2 year old; I keep my hair short so I can’t pull it out and I cope by eating cereal…but it is my life, perfectly imperfect and I am trying to savor every moment.

Please join me and enjoy the ride!

it’s monday {houston newborn photographer}

I will post the winner of the Go Red giveaway in the morning.  I can’t muster the energy to do much today.

One of my favorite pictures.  It is from this session.  Just felt like sharing.

are you seeing red? {houston photograher}

Cell phone pictures will work too.  You have until midnight tonight to get your picture in!!  wendischoffstall@gmail.com

audrey: day 458, the kitchen sink revisited {houston child photographer}

She is 15 months old today.  It is a strange age.  Definitely not a baby anymore, but not yet a big girl.  She is in that in-between place that is entirely too fleeting.

15 things about my 15 month old daughter.

1.  She still has the same 6 teeth she got at 10ish months with no signs of anymore on the way.
2.  In her attempts to gross me out, she has given up on tossing toys in the toilet and has started picking her nose…ALL…THE…TIME!
3.  If she hears the word eat she immediately runs to the dining room table.
4.  She just learned to get on and off of the couch…much to Oliver’s dismay.
5.  She thinks she is much funnier than she actually is.
6.  She is literally a carbon copy of her Daddy.  She has the same facial expressions, the same short legs, his walk, his laugh, his demeanor…they are more alike than he will ever know.
7.  She waddles.
8.  She responds to Oliver when he calls her Piggy but not when he calls her Audrey.
9.  Her hair is getting longer and I’m afraid the curls are going to go away.
10.  She pretends to talk on the phone with bananas and toast and most anything she can smash into the side of her face.
11.  She has entire conversations with us in what I assume is Greek or some alien language.
12.  She tries to dress herself.  It is pretty comical.
13.  She hates wearing bows in her hair even though I started putting them in her hair when she was born to prevent the bow hatred.
14.  She is in a good mood 90% of the time.  Like a ridiculously giddy, laugh at everything, smile at the walls type good mood.  It is something I wish Oliver would learn from her.
15.  She makes the sweetest sound when she gives her completely disgusting, slobbery, open mouth kisses.

She is amazing.

14? {houston teen photographer}

Would you beleive me if I told you she is 14?  Yep, FOURTEEN!!!!  I’m fairly certain her daddy owns a very large shotgun.

Isn’t she beautiful!!??

to my girl {houston child photographer}

Like most things I found this little piece on a blog that I frequent.  I found it this morning.  Just yesterday Beth and I were emailing back and forth because today is her sweet girl’s first birthday and she was having trouble putting her feelings down on paper.  I’m fairly certain Beth would agree with me that THIS says it all…

The words:

WHAT I WOULD TELL HER:
(If I knew what to say.)
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely:  So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up.  But it’s okay.
Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is.  And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this:  What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
The truth is, being a woman is a gift.  Tenderness is a gift.  Intimacy is a gift.  And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way.  So I can give what I have to you.  So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep.  I’ve kissed you a million times.  And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.

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