Tales from the Suite Life: Raise the Roof

Bloomington played host this weekend for the State Cheer-leading Finals and our beloved manager here at the Windham (more on him later) capatilized by booking two of the teams.

Financially=Win
Acoustically=Total Loss

We've got a lot of peppiness going on here people--lots of it. Up and down the halls they run, back and forth across the pool they swim, in and out of the elevators they go.

To say the least, everything the movie, "Bring It On" pokes fun of has been validated for me. Don't get me wrong--cheer leading is great. I now know what a cupie and a basket toss are. And watching the mothers shoot killer glares and gossip about the other team is worth it alone.
And Colton--wow, Colt is loving his life.

Picture this: We carve out a small corner this morning in the lobby and try to deafen our ears to the fifty plus teenage girls pilfering the breakfast bar (who knew high school girls could eat this much? Amazing. And if their rooms look anything like our lobby did after heaven help the housekeeping). So Colton sporting bed head hair and monkey jammies grabs his stuffed dinosaur Sara, and heads over to the largest gaggle of girls to introduce himself. Exclamations of "He's SO cute" and "Oh my goodness" erupt as he smiles and climbs into the cutest one's lap.

"What's your name?" she queries.

"Coe-tun" my ladies' man replies.

"How old are you?" another asks.

"Four" Colton says.

Four? Yeah buddy, you are three. Going for the older man approach there huh. What can I say--the kid has got a gift. I will be locking him in his room from age 14-20.

(P.S. I typed in 'cheerleader' in an image search so this post would have a picture. Never mind. So not worth it.)

Hope you have a "Cheer"ific weekend.