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.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

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We had Woody's first-ever birthday party today, with eight kids and four grown-ups in our little house, and it went really, really well! We had no activities planned, but we pulled out all of Woody's coolest toys and strew them about our exceptionally clean Nana-scrubbed house. The kids had a great time, moving easily from solo to pair to group playing. Woody had asked specifically for balloons, which turned out to be the hit of the party. And the grown-ups chatted and drank beer and wine and were completely at-ease with the revelry of happy children.

I cannot tell you how huge this was for me, all wrapped up in my social awkwardness as I usually am. I'm up at 5 o'clock in the morning not because I'm wracked with anxiety about whether or not people had a good time (which is what I usually do), but rather because I ate too much birthday cake and I have a stomachache.

What was also great about the success was that I was able to relax and see that Woody loves having company over. Lots of company. He geeked-out a few times, running around yelling with excitement and bubbling-up energy, but mostly he played and played and played. He remembered our little casual chats about guests and the etiquette of receiving gifts. He wasn't overstimulated or frustrated, just really, really happy. Seeing that so clearly helped me to know that I have to keep pushing the edges of my social comfort zones. I want him to have plenty more of these times in his memory banks. This is the good stuff.

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Here are a couple of pictures taken by my friend Joy: