We had a rough morning with some very Big Reactions to disappointments. Some of that was being five, some of that was being Woody, and some of that was five-year-old Woody working with our big 1,000-mile move a month ago and a two-year-old little brother who does two-year-old things.
After the mood in the house had calmed some, we went to the thrift store looking for games. What a haul! All this, plus an unpictured Fisher Price Rescue Ranger that Fox grabbed, for $11. Woody held Battleship in his lap all the way home and told me what strategy he was going to use to whip Daddy Honey's butt.
The walkie-talkies had stickers on the front with the alphabet written out in Morse code, and I pointed them out to Woody. I told him that people used Morse code to send messages to each other before telephones and radio were invented. He was totally into it. At home, I found this video, and another one that showed a real telegraph machine:
We sent each other mystery Morse code letters back and forth using voiced "doot-doot-doooots" from behind the couch, and the other person had to figure out which letter by looking at the sticker. This game continued well into the afternoon, at the park, and then back again, only to be replaced by a much-anticipated game of Battleship when Daddy Honey got home.
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.