My son Woody turned six in November of 2011. That would have been the kindergarten year for most kids, 180 days that mark the beginning of the school career. But Woody did his learning in the big, wide, beautiful world, without school being a part of it.

I'm Teresa Honey, and I kept this blog to document this time in my son's life, to share pictures and stories with far-away friends and relatives, and to add ours to the many stories of families living rich, engaging, loving lives with learning happening all the time and in many forms, totally inseparable from every other part of being human.

Here you'll find 180 or so learning moments recorded from August, 2011 to April, 2012 in the life of a 5-turned-6-year-old radically unschooled kid.

Monday, September 19, 2011


We went to a party on Sunday hosted by one of Daddy Honey's colleagues. It was crazy fun. Kids everywhere. A big wooden play set, a sand table, and a trampoline in the backyard. Inside, at a low, round table, a gigantic tub full of what must have been 50 Lego sets of various sorts: Harry Potter, Star Wars, Ninjago, maybe even Indiana Jones (though Daddy Honey and I were the only ones that made that particular guess). Tons of food that pleased all palates. Beer and wine, yes and yes. Attentive but hands-off parents, happy to sit nearby talking, eating, drinking, keeping an eye out while the kids ran free and had fun. And did I mention sweet kids? Sweet kids.

I was over the moon to see Woody playing so happily. He had a really good time. Also, after Wednesday's locking-the-keys-in-the-car moment, I was glad to have an outing to which there was a bit of resistance at first, but that turned out good for everyone.

But, I did not bring my camera. I did not know anyone at the party, and I thought it might be weird to be the stranger taking pictures of all the kids. So, I abstained. Next time.

But today we did go to the Arkansas Air Museum. We were the only ones there at noon on a Monday, so we ran all over the place--four hangers' worth of vehicles, plus more outside--claiming planes and helicopters and armored cars, pretending to re-enact WWII battles and rescues and other daring feats. 

It was one of those So Much experiences. So much to see, so much to read, so many connections made with what we play and read about and talk about and watch on TV and see in other museums. The John Holt quote came to mind where he says something about kids needing to be able to experience the big world, but then needing time to process what they've seen. At the end of 2 1/2 hours, we were pretty well ready for something else.

So, Fox fell asleep and we moseyed around the grocery store eating out of the bag of deli muenster cheese we'd just gotten, admiring the bakery goods, deciding if we wanted lemon or coconut yogurt, making plans to go back to the museum when my mom and niece come to visit in December, making more immediate plans to draw helicopters with Daddy Honey when he got home from work. 

Fox kept calling the mannequin helicopter pilot, "Dat scary man," but kept wanting to come back to this spot to stare at him.
Woody's "candy" store: cases upon cases of war memorabilia: pictures, guns, helmets, patches, knives, surgeon's equipment, boots, and more guns.

The favorite of the day: the Bell AH1-T Cobra. I bought a military helicopters poster on the way out that featured this and twenty-seven others. It's hanging over his bed.