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.

Thursday, January 19, 2012


This has been the two-day favorite in our house. Both boys walk through the house, thinking their Fox and Woody thoughts, then break out into, "I'm happy, feelin' glad, got sunshine, in a bag..." in their best impression of Damon Alborn's Brit accent:

Today's dozen of consecutive video watchings were happening on my laptop on the bed today, where I was laying with a headache and closed eyes and a little bit of sadness. The boys especially like that all the characters have names, and they like the last scene with the gorilla as he loses his skin, then his muscles, then his skeleton disintegrates.

I am amazed at their loves.

Woody also read his second whole book today by himself. His first was one of the Piggy and Daddy Play books; Waterballoons, maybe? But the one today was We're Going on a Bear Hunt. He was so tickled with the ending, the mad rush back through the scenes of the book home to the safety of the pink covers on the big family bed. And Fox, listening as Woody read it, had it memorized after the first time through, so when Woody read it again, when he would pause to work out a word, Fox would yell it. We all found this funny, the joke being that Woody was the one actually learning to read with the book in his lap and Fox, sitting on the other edge of the bed playing knights, was the one helping.