L.A.’s name

First and foremost, the name of this blog “LA’s Story” is simple, and yet I can’t even take credit for the baby being dubbed LA. That actually goes to his Grandpa (hee hee… that still sounds kind of funny) who decided that “LA” was a fitting nickname since it could be used for years and years as this munchkin will always be the little Acosta.

Now, if you know my father, you’ll realize how grateful the baby should be that he’s been given “LA”. This is a vast improvement over the previous nicknames he has bestowed upon children. Growing up I was Lumpy, my brother was Fungus, and my childhood best friend was Fat Slim (although she was skinny, and her name was Kim). None of these names were really deemed all that cool, and the simple thought of your peers finding out was enough to completely embarrass you. Secretly though, I loved my nickname, though to this day I don’t know where it came from. Either way, the fact that my dad loved to tease me and give crazy nicknames meant that he loved me. To this day, it’s usually when he gives you a hard time that you know he likes you. That’s what we tell people anyway.

In any event, at this point in time LA is the only “real” name that this baby has. C and I can’t for the life of ourselves come up with a boy’s name we agree on. If LA is a girl, her name will be Sofia Noelle (and I’ll be shocked that LA is a girl!) but so far we’re not faring as well for boys’ names. We are in agreement that Thomas will be the middle name – in honor of his nickname bestowing Grandpa – but we’re still pretty up in the air on a first name. I’m pulling for Evan, but we’ll see.