A new era of motherhood has begun, shivering at the sidelines and washing muddy rugby uniforms. Is my enthusiasm contagious? Yeah. And we found out at the first practice today that the team doesn’t have a coach. “I’m sure the parents will step in to help,” the manager smiled brightly. Hang on, THAT’S definitely not what I signed up for! I’m rugby illiterate, and don’t mind staying that way. Milo, of course, is thrilled with it all, right down to the metal-tipped cleats.