Wardie Ways: The beginning of our Rugby days

We have been blessed with kids for the past 6 years, and at no other point in those 6 years have either of them been up, dressed and beds made at 6.30am - especially on a Saturday morning. But when you have your first rippa rugby game things change.

On the first game day the day started well with a beautiful sunrise

Who knew sunrises were so beautiful! :)

No time for the big kiwi breakfast I had always imagined making on Saturday sports days. We were due at Eskview at 8.30am which means leaving our place by 8.00am - see ya later sleep ins! :)

Crazy 1 was excited (bag packed and ready the night before) but turned down the big brekkie, opting for peanut butter on toast and Milo. It wasn't till we were in the car and half way there that we realised he was nervous and had butterflys in his tummy. He piped up and claimed he needed to do #2's. Grumpy Mum got grumpy and said he had only just been at home. To which he said I have a funny feeling in my tummy. CUUUTTTEEEE!

He did really well taking the opening kick off, then when all the other kids just stood there and looked at it, he grabbed the ball again and ran the length of the field to score his first, and opening try.

Since that first game he has had 7-8 games and they have all been similar. He doesn't yet comprehend whether his teams wins or loses. In his eyes it only matters if he scores trys or not. Thankfully he is one of the eldest (the youngest is 4), and understands the rules and concept behind rippa so try scoring happens each week. Will be interesting to see how he reacts if he doesn't score!

Now that the winter months are upon us the novelty of rugby and Saturday sport has worn off for me. Last week I'm positive I had near frostbite in my toes!

Wonder if we have an All Black in the making???