Happy Birthday Daddy

Today is my daddy's birthday, so I'm sporting a special outfit just for him. In case you can't read it, it says "my dad's a superhero."
Don't I look so sweet and angelic in these pictures?
Don't be fooled. I just screamed for 45 minutes trying to avoid taking a nap. My eyes were rimmed with red. I kept rubbing them. I was clearly tired, but that was not the point. The point is, I nap when I want. And I don't want. Understand? Mommy has yet to figure this out. Abuela and Grandma have it down pat. Mommy and daddy, they don't get it. Abuela even tried to come in and rescue me. I got very quiet and acted on my best behavior while she was here. I even gave her my patented "laser beam" stare, willing her to walk over and pick me up. But the big, mean, evil, mommy monster wouldn't let her. Even my little trick where I grab mommy's hand and place it on my cheek as the tears roll down and I sob didn't melt her heart today. She's was babbling about losing some marbles and needing a drink. Sorry mommy, I haven't seen any marbles around here, and I'd offer my bottle, but I'm gonna need that a little later.

Anyway, I finally gave in. Here's a picture of me after the surrender.


I don't feel I have anything to be ashamed about. I put up one hell of a fight, and I'm fairly certain mommy has a new gray hair thanks to me. So that's something to smile about.
Daddy and I are going to have some bonding time this afternoon while mommy works on her arm muscles. I should be good and rested for daddy. And by that I mean, my lungs should be fully recovered. See you soon pops!