"It's not Yellowstone, it's Redstone."

"Redstone" is apparently where we went this weeked, according to C.  You see, Red is his favorite color, and he'd have none of this Yellowstone business.  So here's a recap of our trip, and I warn you now - you stalkers will love the fact I'm about to post over 20 photos, but some of you may think it's a bit of a snooze fest, so just browse if you like.

We "camped" (my version, entailing staying at a motel rather than a hotel) with my parents and of course Husband and the C boy.  It was a quick trip but we actually had a lot of fun and C was delighted to see all the buffalo and elk and we even saw a wolf, coyote, eagle, and bear.  Here are some pics to document the trip:

C and I walking into breakfast...

 Here we are at some steam geyster.  It was FREAKING COLD.  Like 40 degrees cold.  I look all poofy from the 3 layers I was wearing...brrrrrrrrr....

 C with Grandma and Grandpa...

Big B snapped a pic of me putting on my beanie.  He insists it was "scenic."

 Love this pic of Cade next to the waterfall.  He loves this pic and has insisted we show it to his preschool teacher, Mrs. T, who, incidentally, the kid adores as much as I adore Burt's Bees and mustard and of course TOMS.

 B and C love...

Okay I insisted this pic was a deleter, but B said to keep it.  It was at this point that it was getting late and my legs were tired and it was cold and raining on and off and I was getting SICK of taking pics.  You can pretty much see the disdain eeking from my frozen pores...

 And then suddenly, I became C's pack mule.  Or maybe his camel?  I do have two humps, after all.  (My humps, my humps, I love my lady lumps.  Bahaha.)

 I so love you can see crack in this picture...little boy crack is so adorable!  ;)

We call this my Captain Morgan pose...

Finally in the warm car.  In love with B's blue blue eyes.

 Me with mom and Dad.  At some steamy geyser thing.  I look so hot, we could call me maybe McBriemy?  Bahaha just kidding.  I didn't even shower on the trip!

 Pretty hot spring...

Shutup the sun was in my eyes.

 Love him.

 It was so steamy you couldn't even see me and my  mom.  Pretty cool.

Awesome petrified tree.  Cute for a pic, eh?

 Waiting for Old Faithful.  Mom thought it important that my butterscoth TOMS be photographed.  How smart and generous of her!

And, finally, Old Faithful erupting.  Apparently, though, Old Faithful is getting a little unreliable.  Kinda like my period.  Weird parallel?  Whatever I went there.

Anyway, our trip was COLD but FUN and I'm glad we had the fun experience, and I'm glad C got to see it, even though he'll pry not remember it, but for these pictures.

As soon as we were home, Brandon left a Facebook status update that said this:
"Back from Yellowstone, getting ready to see the horror that is Brie bonding with her cats after not seeing them for almost 3 whole days.  It is shameful, trust me."

And then a friend put, "Be strong."
and another put, "I'm sorry.  Just don't watch the horrific scene."
and then I put, "THERE IS NO SHAME IN LOVING CATS."

And there isn't.  We've had a proper love-fest and I've apologized for leaving them.  After being duly chastised, Harriet and Roberta have found it in their beautiful hearts to forgive me.

So there's our trip to Redstone, in a nutshell.