Perpetual bed head

I always feared bearing a female version of a baby, not because I wouldn't love, adore, dote, stare at, or kiss her every chance I had, but because of the fashion aspect. For myself, I have never been  much of a girly-girl.  I guess growing up with four older brothers sort of takes away that feeling of needing to wear make-up, put dresses on, and learn how to do my hair.  Instead, I cared about keeping up with them when we played "Man Hunt," or "kick the can" to those who grew up in Utah, learning how to throw and kick a ball correctly, and figuring out that a backhand swing in tennis gives you a lot more power than a forehand.  Only a few years ago did I start to wear make-up, not because I wanted to fit in, but because it was kind of fun, and I still only wear the minimum amount.  So what chance does Ellie have?  Luckily for her, she has the skin, eyes, lips, and eye lashes that will never require make-up.  That's right, I'm jealous of my one year old daughter, I'll admit it.  But what about her hair?  I think I'm doomed.  And as I was going through pictures the other day, I noticed a theme about her hair.  Now, it doesn't always look like this, thank goodness, but after her naps (and sometimes, many times, before her naps) it is out of control and nothing I do will tame that beast.  Any suggestions?