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Sunday Funday

As two working parents of a 3 year old it's important to us to make sure that we have fun on our weekends. Of course being full time working parents with no family childcare options we also have  a lack of spare funds due to full time nursery costs. (His nursery is fab and worth every penny!) It's essential our weekend plans are as cheap as possible.

Yesterday was easy as we bundled our pride and joy off with his Nanny for the day to go to a family friend's birthday party. He greeted us in the evening with smiles, rosy cheeks, tired eyes and filthy hands and feet. Sign of a good day in my book!

Today, the sun was shining and the boy wanted to play on his bike.  We don't live in a great area to be fair and the local park is always busy.  We packed supplies and headed to a quiet park the other side of town. I'm not sure who had the most fun!


Daddy having a rest





Afterwards we weren't ready to go home, not on such a nice day.  We decided it was time to spend a little bit of cash but not too much of course! Oscar got to choose and he decided to opt for the ice cream farm. Otherwise known as Archers which has the most delicious ice creams at a reasonable price with some calves for the little one to get excited about.  I think the highlight was probably watching a cow have a massive poo. He's obsessed with poos! Combined with more running around in the kid's play area the 3 year old was sparko within 5 minutes in the car.

A great day out in the sunshine. Love family days like this.

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