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.
The girls have been making their Christmas lists. Mostly the expected things. A Kindle, a Barbie Jeep, a real working camera. My youngest, Paige, ever the warrior child, has requested two main things: A force-field, and for someone to be kind enough...
I blame Pinterest. I blame it for its perfectly piped icing and its cheery photo-shoots. I blame it for its lush-with-greenery-and-burlap fall tables, and its DIY pallet decor. I blame it for fueling a fire within me to absolutely drive myself into...
I had worked all day. Changing diapers, filling cups. Picking up the same things I had held in my hand at least 8 times. I had grocery shopped. I had lugged things in alone while multiple pairs of eyes had watched me do it from their seats. I had...
I got upset tonight. My 10 year old, Tessa, and I were making a recipe together for some gummy candies. The kit had been one of her birthday gifts. She had not followed instructions. It was already too late when I noticed that she had jumped ahead...
I love being a mom. Growing up it was all that I said when asked what I wanted to be. So much of it is exactly what I pictured. Their faces at Christmas, a birthday cake smash, their first time riding a bike. But no one told me how big of a...
Part 1 – by Kerri Green I have a friend named Ori. Ori is a seer, a feeler, and a knower. However, when I first met Ori, those things were not yet revealed; as I met her in the throes of her nearly crippling postpartum depression, when she...
Having raised one daughter to adulthood, I’ve been through it once before. I have experienced the highs and lows. I have thought I wouldn’t survive it; but I did, and I came out mostly unscathed. However, I have not gone through the pre-teen phase...
Sometimes it depends on which day you ask. On how tired you are. On how many grapes you’ve cut and spills you’ve cleaned; Your thoughts on this Holy work. Sometimes the way you thought it would be has gotten swallowed up whole by the way that it...
I was not prepared. I only had a brother. One brother who kept to himself in his monochromatic sweat suits, silently watching a 9” TV screen way too close, while eating microwaveable burritos. He was peaceable, quiet, and unassuming. He had...
We just moved to the country. Not the have-to-send-telegraphs kind of country, but the kind with grassy hills and mature trees, and with enough space between you and your next-door neighbor that you don’t accidentally wake up holding hands.  I, a...