Can't blog now...busy getting butt kicked by 3rd trimester

Apparently my third trimester officially started on Saturday or something. My body seems to have gotten the memo because I feel like I ran into a brick wall. I even went to bed before Isaac last night. Today the crock pot is being a big pal and making me and the elder O'Neal some beef stew. Hopefully I will soon get a chance to blog about our Thanksgiving weekend, spent squeezed into our house with 4 extra adult bodies ... it was actually quite lovely. It was so nasty-cold we didn't get to do much around town, and my son was, of course, being his usual sleepless self, so I don't know if our visitors had a good time. But I know Isaac certainly did, being the object of constant attention by either a grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, mom, or dad OR any combination thereof; and I know Dada and I did as well since we got to go on a double date with Uncle Chris and Aunt Jean to see the new Harry Potter movie. In the meantime, here are some family pictures from Grandma's camera to tide you over:

Me, Isaac, and Dada



Uncle Chris, 'Aunt' Jean, and Isaac



Grandma and Grandpa Ross and Isaac