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.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011



Some time in the night was our first Arkansas snowfall. When he woke for work around seven, Joshua sneaked around into the rooms to see if anyone was stirring, and of course any flicker of movement counted, so he could whisper that we come to the window and look:

By 7:05, coats and shoes and pants were on. We were quite unaware that this would be happening and still had the tent up from the party day. The garden hadn't been readied, either. Oh, well. We still have much to learn about gardening in zone 6b.

Sadly, I fell short on my promise to have Woody's pair of mittens completed by the first snowfall. Still, he made do with one. 

And when the novelty gave way to the cold, we went inside and the kids played Playmobils on the bunk beds, stealing glances out the window to make sure the snow was still there.