AuthorMom Outnumbered

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 Cup We Fill

About a week ago, our cat, Ozzy, came in from being outside overnight with two large chunks missing out of his back. A message to a friend suggested he’d possibly been snatched up then dropped by an owl. He was bleeding and obviously in pain, so I...

Sweeping the Pieces

There’s a little girl in my seven year old’s class that is new. The only child of a single mom; Transferred from out of state. New home, new school, new rules, new world. The little girl is having a really hard time adjusting to this sudden life...

Becoming George Banks

My oldest daughter is getting married. For months now I have been planning, conceptualizing, and pinning things to Pinterest boards. I have vacillated through various emotional stages, as mothers of daughters do in times like…..well, ALL of...

Dark Corners

It was late when I pulled up to the grocery store. I’m always forgetting at least one thing. One particular cashier loves to yell out, “Just couldn’t stay away, huh?” I slung my purse over my shoulder and was walking, looking down, when a voice from...

Cutie Duty

My husband, Justin came to me this week with the most long-time-married Valentine thoughts ever. “So…..Do you want to go out for Valentine’s Day, or stay in for Valentine’s Day, or do nothing at all? Should we do something the day after...

Deathbed Dinners

I’m sick. Congested, body aches, watery eyes, and looking like I was dragged behind a runaway horse for a very rocky mile. I want my mom, but alas, she moved far away. I messaged her today to ask her to give me one reason why she couldn’t just hop...

The One

My baby turned seven yesterday, and seven feels extra old sounding when it’s the baby. Seven feels less chubby-cheeked, and much more knock-kneed. More grass-stained, and more wonky-toothed. Mothers know there is just something about the baby, when...

The Things That We Didn’t Want

My girls (and I) are obsessed with my daycare baby, Greyson. Greyson is 13 months old. His blonde head, fuzzy like a kiwi. His smile feels like it can stop time. I have watched him for about 9 months. I, therefore, feel I have put in enough work now...

Chew Your Chicken

My six year old hates eating dinner. Every night we gather around the table as a family, say grace, and then all buckle down to spend the next 45 minutes begging her to eat. It’s just what we do. It doesn’t matter what feast I have prepared. Be it...

Boxing Up

We took down the Christmas decorations this weekend. It was something I dragged my feet on a little. I’m not one of those people who can’t wait to rip it all down by December 26th. I like to draw good-feelings out. I have friends, completely lacking...

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