Already hosed it....

So I am supposed to post every week. That good intention lasted exactly one week. See how bad I am at New Years resolutions. I am going to tell myself that my post last week was actually my decision on the name for my blog, a weighty task indeed. I wanted to call it something that didn't lock me into rants about baked goods and kids, so I chose 'Isthmus". I live very close to an isthmus; a narrow strip of land, bordered on both sides by water, connecting two larger bodies of land. I get a thrill every time I drive over it, seeing one harbor and then the other...almost touching. We went for a walk this past weekend, down to the beach at low tide.  In the old days, this was the only time Vashon and Maury were joined and you had to wait until then to cross by foot, but then the isthmus was built and the two became more like one. 

My boys ran like wild things. The littlest one could scarcely tear himself away from the rocks and the water and all the things crawling around on the shore. It made me so happy that I have brought them here to grow up. We are lucky indeed.