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.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

9


There is a point--an age, perhaps--at which jumping on the bed makes one's head swim, and worries about potential twisting of knees tempers the joy. Also, at a certain weight (ahem) one considers just exactly how much one's mattress would cost to replace, as well as the chiropractic bill one might incur sleeping on a broken mattress that one couldn't afford to replace. In other words, there's a point at which it isn't fun anymore.

But this is not that point.