Elisha Joseph Frishman
It was a long process, but our son Eli was born on October 1st (his actual due date) in St. Vincent’s Hospital in Santa Fe (just like his dad), and a hefty 9 pounds 12 ounces. He’s a second-generation native Santa Fean, and a fourth generation New Mexico resident, which is pretty rooted for an Anglo around here. We named him after my best friend from high school in Montana, Elisha Stetson Tripp, who succumbed this spring to cystic fibrosis. Joseph is a name with family connections on both sides. We can’t wait to start showing him more of New Mexico, even if I have been relegated to gazing with longing at the golden aspens wrapped in October snow that have been visible from town (fortunately Philip Noll from Los Alamos got up there).
Fortunately, I’ve got plenty of photos that need processing and posting, so there’s no danger of this turning into a baby photo blog over the winter. But Eli can have his moment in the spotlight. Up above, he is seen under the watchful protection of his state-of-the-art baby monitor; below with his doting grandfather.