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.
When I last left you, Nash had been found. We anxiously awaited news that the truck carrying him had pulled into town. After we received the text, we arranged to arrive on the ranch where he was being held the next morning early. I felt almost sick...
I had a whole other topic to write on and post for you today. It’s funny how life takes sharp turns, when you aren’t expecting, but a new story lay out before me in a whirlwind, and must be told: The story of when Nash the Backyard Steer came to...
Deep inside, I knew it would happen someday. I knew that Nash the Backyard Cow would grow and need a whole lot more space. I never dreamed that eight months after my dad brought him to me, a starving, one week old orphaned calf with tears in his...
It feels like it’s been three years worth of thirteen; Like it has always been, and will always be this way, with her rolling her eyes, holed up in her room. There has been a lot of push and pull; Nights when I’ve stayed up alone crying, Thinking...
There has been a lot of talk about dads this last week, so this feels like a good time to highlight the dad in need of the most support: The dad of teenage girls who are beginning to date. We are in the thick of this phase right now. The girls are...
I think every mom knows it: The way you can say something over and over and no one listens; The way they shirk your advice until that one day when the exact thing you warned them about happens, and then all you can do is stifle your “I told you...
“It won’t always be this way.” That has been something I’ve told myself during so many mothering days, as I picked up the same old discarded toys, or washed the same dishes, or a child appeared In the middle of the night, headed for my bed, carrying...
Sometimes I don’t know if I’ll survive the four of them. How I ended up with all these daughters feels like a manifestation of my own mother’s “someday you’ll understand” to me. I can’t be all too certain she wasn’t secretly mixing up some kind of...
She had a terrible week. High school is hard enough without the addition of intimidation and bullying; Especially from supposed friends that said they loved you and are in all of your pictures. I’ve sat up with her multiple nights in the recent days...
I got rid of my last baby hanger today. It was one of the creamy satin ones with the little pink ribbon that always made what was hanging on them feel extra fancy, and unique. I’d been given a pack of six of them at my baby shower for my now 15 year...