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.
“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...
After avoiding it for two years completely, a week and a half ago, Covid hit our house. I felt positive it would run through all of us as I gazed at the two pink lines of my daughter’s at-home test. I couldn’t imagine a way around that in our...
It’s been two full years of homeschooling her now; A thing I said I could never do. I imagined it would be chalk-full of things like floor-length jean skirts, FLDS hairstyles, and a long, knotted rope or two, with a trigger finger on a label making...
Per my youngest daughter, Paige’s request, we went fishing this last week. It’s not a thing we usually do. We’ve gone once in 10 years, I think. It was spring break, and her mind was racing with possibilities of all the things she could do with my...
Sometimes he was hard on me. Sometimes it felt hard to connect. I was fiery and adventurous, after all. I wanted colored hair and multiple piercings. I think maybe he didn’t quite know what to do with all of that. He was raised with the tumbleweeds...
They always say the teen years are hard, and you nod the same half-hearted nod you did when, as a mother of a tantruming toddler, they used to tell you to enjoy every moment, because the years would fly by before you even realized what end was up...
At dinner time two nights ago, my two high school daughters told a hilarious tale: School elections had been coming up to decide who would be class president next year. Two of the kids running were the ones that you’d typically expect. You know, the...