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.

Friday, December 2, 2011


Mary Lou arrived! Mary Lou is my mother. There has been much business since 9:25 a.m. Thursday morning when she and my niece Aila touched down in Arkansas for the first time ever in their lives.

The airport itself would have made a nice post 65, learning about air travel vocabulary and what is and isn't allowed on planes and why (weight limits due to the mechanics of lift, threats of terrorism real and imagined, etc.). But I was having a hard time taking pictures while driving, so I didn't properly document that one.

This past Thursday being the first Thursday, we all went downtown for the gallery open houses. Woody greatly enjoys playing tour guide, and liked showing his cousin and grandmother the old bank vault that is now an art studio.

I must say it was nice to be downtown amid happy crowds and holiday lights and good art. The cousins were glad to be in one another's company, too. 

Back at the house, Woody opened his presents from Nana. She gave him three books. One on sneezes (a science book, not a story book). One on predators (which they're reading in this picture). It was a very cool pop-up book. And one on hieroglyphics, which came with a set of stamps for making one's own hieroglyphic messages. Knowing about the ninja costume that she sent ahead, you may be thinking that she is skilled at choosing Very Cool Gifts. You would be right.

And in sadder news, the helicopter broke. It saw a lot of action Thursday night between Aila and Woody, and there were several falls from great heights. Woody took it in stride; we had prepped him for such an eventuality, but I'm hoping to find a sturdier replacement.