Today started with last night's fever still warm on Woody's cheeks, but ended with the red soccer ball kicked to every edge of the baseball field, gingerbread cookies in sweet regalia, and a battle between two make-believe K'Nex-made armies, the Ravitanians and the Okwoks. The hours unfolded slowly, and most of what I'm telling you about happened after 4 o'clock. It's like that sometimes, a day that rises from a hum to a pretty pitch, and then stays there, plays there, up and around that note until bedtime, then Lemony Snicket and licorice toothpaste and everybody smiles and bobs their heads when Johnny Cash comes on. Clean sheets and warm covers and that's it, falling asleep to the rhythm of a day gone well, loved happily and in good company, when you are so pleased that things turned out just exactly this way, even though you couldn't have planned it, even though you thought all those years ago that the life you wanted would look different.
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.