The Dude turns ??

Today is my Dad's Birthday who since Miss K was born has been affectionately known as the Dude, Grandude, Duder, and Dudey.  I have no idea how to spell these since surprisingly spell-check has alerted me to a possible misspell and has no viable suggestions.  

The story goes when I was in the hospital having Miss K the Grandparents to be were out eating and were talking about what they wanted the new grandchild to call them one day.  In true fashion my Dad announced he wanted to be called Grandude and it stuck.

 So on his special day I just wanted to let him know how much I love him and appreciate all he's done for me.  He's a great guy who's funny, hard-working, patient,and would do just about anything for his family.  Happy Birthday Dad!  

Here's a couple pictures of Dudey with his favorite Duders.  

       

One of my favorite pics of Miss K and my Dad.  

    

           My Dad and his newest little Duder.

And now for an off-topic Quick Point to Ponder...

Is it odd for strangers to try to carry on conversations with you in a public restroom while you are wiping gratuitous amounts of poop off your baby's butt?  More importantly why does it weird me out?   Since we've already established I'm just not social enough perhaps that is perfectly fine and it is I who need to expand my horizons.