Beach Hair, Don't Care (But Actually I Do Care A Lot)

We’re back from our annual Outer Banks trip and I’m having a full identity crisis about my hair situation. Look at Sophie’s effortless beach waves

Beach Hair, Don’t Care (But Actually I Do Care A Lot)

• this child literally rolled out of bed looking like she stepped off a magazine cover. Meanwhile I spent forty-five minutes with a diffuser this morning trying to recreate what the ocean did to her hair in thirty seconds.

Marcus, predictably, looks like he lost a fight with the sun despite me reapplying SPF 50 every hour

Dad’s annual sunburn tradition continues

. I swear this man could get sunburned in a basement. He’s currently whimpering every time he moves and asking me to “be gentle” when I put aloe on his shoulders. Sir, you are 28 years old.

But honestly, this was our best beach trip yet. Sophie is finally old enough to actually enjoy the ocean instead of just eating sand, and I’ve figured out my camera angles enough that I don’t look like a tourist in every photo. Small victories. Now if I could just figure out how to bottle whatever magic happens to a four-year-old’s hair in salt air, I’d be set.