A phew weeks back, I went to Phoenix with my phamily to visit my Aunt Lala. Phoenix was so much phun. How could it not be phun - it spells its name like me, with a PH. I was told that Phlagstaff, AZ was equally as phun.
I flew all the way out there with just mom, but dad met us there (he was on a different flight). We got there and Aunt Lala took us to a train park! I love trains. I love parks. So, I really love train parks. They had retired train cars, a merry-go-round, a huge play ground, and two mini trains to ride. The park was so much fun, I took Nana and Papa there once they got in.
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| Here I am walking around a train engine |
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| Here I am riding a real working train |
The next day (I go to bed early, except when I'm jet lagged - then I just don't sleep - fun), we woke up and walked to the Arizona Biltmore hotel. On the way we saw ducks, a motorcycle, and cars; we also picked a grapefruit right from the tree.
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| Walking along the creek path with Lala |
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| Having a flossy drink with dad, it was hot in the desert |
Nana and Papa came to meet us in Phoenix - making it even more phun. They took us to the Phoenix zoo, back to the train park, to a neighborhood park, and all sorts of other places!
Check out all of my Phoenix is Phun pictures.
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| Here I am at the zoo with Papa and Daddy |
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| Papa and our friend Michael (not dad) taught me how to ride a motorcycle too. Here I am teaching dad how to ride. |
Peace Out,
Phin
