No Autographs, Please

Your humble Poop Truck driver is a minor, very minor celebrity in the small world of stay-at-home moms and dads. Back in May, I was interviewed for an article about stay-at-home dads in Bergen County to appear in Bergen Health & Life magazine. It was nice interview and there was even a photo shoot with me and the kids. They sent a team of photographer type people to snap some shots of Daddio and Tiernan and Reagan.
  It was all very exciting, but I’d all but forgotten about it. Until, I walked into Gymobree on Tuesday with Reagan, and the Diane, the Gymobree site manager, calls to, “Kevin! Kevin! Look!!!” and she points to the bulletin board and there is the article with a full page picture of me and the kids as the opening to the story.
  I read the story, which was very well done by writer Jeff Iorio and even I am impressed with how smart I sound when quoted. For those of you that don’t subscribe to Bergen Life & Health, (of which I am one, in fact I’d never even heard of the magazine before the being asked to do the interview) I am told that you can probably pick it up at Barns & Noble, provided that I didn’t come in and buy up all their copies myself.
  In other news: Tiernan has crossed what is, in my opinion, a major threshold in his development and just in time for foot ball season.
  He has gained enough strength in his arms or learned to leverage his weight in such a way that he can open the refrigerator door. I noticed him do this earlier this week and Wednesday, while I was feeding Reagan her rice/gruel and applesauce Tiernan wanted some cheese. So, I told him to open the refrigerator and get the cheese and bring it to me and I would open the package for him. He did so, without making a mess or doing anything else that would earn him a Time Out.
   Now, he will be able to get me a beer while the game is on. Life is getting better.