Hi!
My name is Kerri Green;
Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters
-Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige.
I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider,
a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things,
and the author of Mom Outnumbered;
a blog about real family life, and my observations of it.
My goal is to make people laugh,
to be there for them when they cry,
and most importantly,
to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world.
I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life.
So welcome!
Come in.
Sit down.
Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.
Today, in the summer time, it snowed in Lake Tahoe. Grey skies, instead of June’s usual blue. Cold where warmth was expected: Something appearing that didn’t belong there.  We were entered into the middle of a war without approval from congress...
Normally, it takes a few weeks of summer before I am looking for places to farm my kids off to. Normally, it’s a much slower build. Normally, we have at least already gone swimming, and to the park, and have had a few barbeques before a kid starts...
It’s this week: The moment you have waited for, when you will both cross that big stage. You have worked towards this goal for so many years. You’ve planned your dresses, and your nails. You told me you’d ditch out awhile with your friends after...
There are two sets of graduation caps and gowns laying on my credenza right now. They were casually slung there, still in their plastic packaging, by my two high school senior daughters on the days they’d been given them, just before they breezed...
I have held many things in my life. Holding things is a large part of a mother’s job description. I have held cumbersome bucket seats, propped on one hip, as I tried to carry both grocery bags and the baby. I have held books that have tried and...
My granddaughter, Mavis, is obsessed with being outside; With rocks and dirt, specifically. She simply cannot get enough. At the slightest suggestion of going outside, she is bringing every shoe in the house to every person, demanding their...
The photographer asked if I had had a chance yet to look at the pictures she had sent. I didn’t know that they had come. I sat holding my breath as I opened the gallery on my phone, but at 10 minutes in, the dam was in danger of rupturing. My whole...
It starts from the time they are born: A self-imposed, invisible stop-watch, pushing you to jump from phase to phase with barely a breath. When they are newborns, you want them to balance their heads, roll over, and sit up. Before they even crawl...
Palm Sunday: The start of Holy Week in Christian circles. We went out through the redwood forest to the same church we were married in to hear my mom sing songs with the choir that I had heard since my head only reached her waistband. The building...
Today was grey and overcast. Rain was softly spitting. I carried my granddaughter, Mavis, outside for a minute as we ran between her house and mine, and the moments in it had us both giggling, and her squinting with her entire face. Â Once inside...