Spring has truly sprung in our neck of the woods. Trees are budding, plants are blooming, and everywhere you look, tanned legs are flashing. Well, unless you look at my legs. Then it’s more of a blinding white thing. Which means it’s time to start stocking up on sunblock.
I’ve always sun burned fairly easily. The first time my ex and I went to an all day concert event one August shortly after dating, he was shocked that I burned to a crisp—even after applying sun block and sitting in the shade all day. I’m a veritable vampire—without the cool super strength and aversion to garlic.
Which means when my little gingers came on the scene, I became the sun block queen.
I keep it in stock year around, but come spring, we start layering it on.
As a mom, I have a system: first, we have the sticks for quick application to our noses and cheeks. Then we have the lotions, for all day use. Finally, we have the sprays for those hard to reach areas. And we use them all concurrently. On top of that are long sleeved rash guards and wide brimmed hats. I don’t want to take any chances with my fair skinned progeny.
So far, I’m happy to say, they’ve not freckled and only Joseph has had a sun burn which was due to a rookie mistake on a foggy day. Living in a place where the sun shines 362 days out of the year, or close to it, that’s not a bad record.