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.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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Living history in the living room is one serious perk of having a resident historian.

Daddy Honey is part of the team of local folks who are facilitating the Arkansas Historical Association's conference this weekend. He's dressed as a Union soldier in a blue wool frock coat in order to usher people into the gala tomorrow night and warn them to watch their step. 

Woody was very taken with the outfit. The only drawback he saw was that Daddy Honey was not issued a sword, but you can see that hardly detracted from his approval.