Woody is starting baseball next week, his first team sport. We went together to pick out his glove during Daddy Honey's lunch break today. We hit balls this afternoon and Woody came up with a game where the batter got positive and negative points based on hits and misses. He tallied both our scores throughout the game in his head, sliding up and down the number line without knowing what a number line is or how it's represented. I've read that unschooled kids' math is like that, that they pick up concepts as they need them, and then later, when they want or need to do math on paper, it's more a matter of recognition of that concept in a new form rather than learning it for the first time out of context. We ended the game 17 to 49. I lost.
The rest of the day was made up of Magformer subs and Snapcube aircrafts, curry and rice, Phineas and Ferb, a neighborhood cat, Playmobil pirates, computer games, hammering, fixing the bird feeder, checking the mail, watering the strawberry plants, and doing puzzles.
We were unhurried. The day was gentle. Discovery and learning was steady with small surprises.