Early this morning, Ambrose was up and ready for his soccer tournament. The mohawk is leftover from Halloween. He kept it to up his “fierce factor” on the field. I suppose it will come off before Mass in the morning.

When you are running around trying desperately to finish up laundry, make phone calls, change diapers, prepare dinner, and grade schoolwork because you are leaving to take your daughter to soccer practice in just a few minutes and you think of checking your voice mail but then don’t because …

• You still have to sweep the dining room
• You forgot all about the story you promised you read the 3 year old
• You need to fix the 6 year old’s hair in a pair of pretty pig tails

You probably should just take just a little minute to check your messages before you race around, scramble to find your sneakers, throw your own hair into a pony tail, and grab your coat and keys in a mad dash for the door.

Because otherwise you won’t get around to checking your voice mail until you are minutes away from the soccer field.

And then it might just happen that the only message you have will be from your daughter’s soccer coach. Canceling practice.

Him: I’m working late, you know.

Her: Okay … so how am I going to be in Town X and Town Y, both at 5:30?

Him: I thought we talked about this. You were going to bi-locate.

Her: Honey, you know I can only do that sometimes. We can’t count on it happening.

Here’s Eamon at Heinz Field last weekend. Dan and Eamon, my two crazy men, drove to Pittsburgh to watch the Steelers make it to the Super Bowl.

Dan might have called Polamalu’s interception and touchdown the “most beautiful thing” he ever saw.

I would be offended, except that I saw it on TV and even I have to agree that it was a thing of beauty.

And now here’s the song everyone seems to be singing around here. Except for Ambrose, of course, who is an Arizona fan.

The drama around here, it never ceases.

Who can resist? Come on over and tell me who you are rooting for.