Today we bought a small pack of origami paper at the metaphysical store where I was seeking incense-making resin. (Spoiler alert: the boys and I are making incense to give as gifts this year for the holiday.) On the way home, Woody wanted to hold the paper. He asked me where origami came from. I said Japan. He said that the writing on the package was in Japanese, and that there was a warming on there that he couldn't read. Why would you need a warning label on a package of paper, he wondered? My guess was it was for the plastic wrapping that held the paper. But looking at the picture, it could be a warning about paper cuts to the eye? I really don't know.
He made his very first origami creation on his own--a metal boat. The only part I did for him was turn it inside out at the end of the folding.
And then, the Battle of the Pacific followed.
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.