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.

Monday, December 12, 2011


I have put off taking the boys to the dentist for a long, long time. There are reasons for that, some logical and healthy, some cowardly and wifty. But, today we went. We had an appointment for Fox today for a "Happy Visit," which (and this may be common knowledge to those of you who are regular and faithful about dentistry, but it was news to me) is just a quick hello with the dentist and the hygienist plus a picture of and quick peek at teeth and then a sticker from a big fake treasure chest and off we go, happy.

Our dentist is a man of the Bible. We found him through our food co-op; he's a Weston Price fan, too. He had a Bible quote on his office wall done in letters from butterfly wings. Woody had fun comparing the various 2's and E's. We talked about negative and positive space and what a proverb was.

They were very kind and sweet and gentle once we got back to the room, and Fox wanted nothing to do with them. He had no problem telling the hygienist what he wanted ("I want you to go away.") or telling me what he thought of the dentist ("I hate him.") or letting me know his plans ("We're going in the car."). So, I will have to think harder on that one, since he's the one with brown spots on his teeth and significant decay. We were referred to a pediatric dentist.

But during all this, Woody stood by, watching and listening, glad, I think, that the focus was not on him. When the hygienist wanted to take a picture of Fox's smile, and Fox buried his head deep into my jacket, Woody agreed to get the picture taken first to show Fox it was quick and fine. I don't think he would have been OK with that being his visit, but he was fine with being the older brother at Fox's visit. Sometimes it's easier to go out on a limb for someone you love than it is for your own self.