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.
As I have previously mentioned, something happens to me in the fall and winter months. I could have not lifted a finger to do anything remotely creative all year long, and as soon as I start feeling the chill in the air, or the sun starts setting a...
I scrolled on Facebook, and stopped dead on the picture. My oldest daughter, Alena, had just posted a couple of shots of her and her nearly 2 year old daughter, Mavis. They were sitting on the couch together drinking hot cocoa. It was Mavis’ first...
For years my mom has been a public speaker. She’s done it as long as I can remember. Mainly, she will speak for church events, but has been asked to do it for a wide-array of other things, including graduations, auctions, and at parties, and women’s...
It happens to me every year: That fall breeze comes through my door, and I’m powerless to stop it. Suddenly, when I would have been content with just sitting and reading a book a few weeks ago, I have the unbelievable need to get up and make...
My mom has told me the most hilarious story. It is truly one for the record books: She was asked by her friend, who uses a wheelchair, if she could come over and drive her in her handicapped access van to a doctor’s appointment. My mom, of course...
My grandmother was an amazing oil painter. Her house was like an art gallery. The old wood-paneled walls held another world’s portal to forests, and mountains, and quiet streams. My favorite paintings of hers, though, was one we had hanging in our...
The day we brought her home, I placed her, tiny and squirming, on the big stuffed lion where our last dog, Phobe, had liked to lay, and we had a talk about the big shoes she now had to fill. Our Boston Terrier, Phoebe, had been loyal, funny, perfect...
It was today. The day they had talked about and planned for weeks. They had even discussed what they’d wear. My four daughters had finally made it to the Monday of the Event: The Night they’d all go to Chili’s together and order “The Triple Dipper:”...
Yesterday, my oldest daughter, Alena, asked if I would like to accompany her and my almost 2 year old granddaughter, Mavis, to Walmart for some things that she needed. I agreed, and started off the trip smiling, even from the parking lot of the...
I have a thirteen year old daughter that is actively REALLY teenagering. She is teenagering so hard it leaves the rest of us frequently sitting with big eyes and sideways glances the moment she walks away from us. As she is the fourth daughter, my...