The girls waited patiently to come downstairs.
Whitney spent her first Christmas sick. This was as enthusiastic as she got all day.
Isn't the temple beautiful at night.
Whitney was so bundled up that she couldn't move. When we would talk to her only her eyes would move towards our voices. 
Whitney didn't make a sound all night. She just stared at everything. As much as I complained about going out in the cold. I must admit the lights were beautiful. 
While in Arizona we visited a ghost town.
Here's Whitney playing with Hunter's book.
Whitney's first taste of mashed potatoes and yams.
