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 the Super Bowl comes, I’m usually just there for the snacks and the commercials. I don’t really care much about the game. It’s always the same old not understanding how three minutes can feel THAT long, the same old three hour long scowl on my...
It’s been a lonely feeling week. Actually, decade, really. I find myself wanting to bang my head about the complexity of things: The rips in the country, the pain of so many people, the fires and blizzards and hurricanes, all the while I’m still...
Everything has made me cry today; Things I’ve read, things I’ve thought, the general state of the world.  My youngest daughter, Paige, is now sick with whatever I’ve had for days, and she is, possibly, the world’s hardest to handle sick patient. ...
Last week I took my 16 year old, Tessa, to have an emissions test run on the new-to-her car our friend had so generously passed this way. She gets her license in less than two weeks. These “adulting” experiences are all new to her. I can see reality...
I’m sure I’m not the only mom that has been laying awake at night A Beautiful Mind-ing all their Christmas plans; The last one up to turn off the lights, and feed the cats, and wash the dishes in the sink, not the only one going to bed exhausted...
Our tree-getting expedition has gotten progressively less Instagram-worthy over the years. We used to take the girls way out into the gorgeous Glen Ellen mountains when they were small. It was a 45 minute drive through vineyards and foggy hills...
I don’t know how much like “Little Women” I pictured the holidays with four daughters to be, but it was much more than this. I guess I pictured fireside chats, waiting for the kettle to whistle, and all of the girls gathered around to listen...
The other day in the car I mentioned to my husband that this year I just don’t feel celebratory for the holidays in my usual way. I’ve been enormously busy this year, and between the joys and the losses in too-rapid succession, I have hardly felt...
As a form of public service, I thought I would tell all you parents of babies that them being completely unwilling to wear appropriate clothes for the weather one day is a verifiable life phase. It isn’t you. You didn’t break them. You didn’t do...
We went to breakfast Saturday morning, way out through the hills and damp redwoods to a little forest town not too far from here. It is our favorite spot for special occasions. It is my request for my birthday every year. Now, my daughter, Tessa...