When I took Noah the first time, which was a couple of months ago now, he was scared stiff, screaming at the top of his lungs, I was worried the hairdresser would cut his ear because he just wouldn't stay still for long enough to do it safely.
I was whizzing toy's around the floor, acting like a child entertainer, reading him books to try to calm him down, nothing worked.
Daddy came with us today and both of my boy's had their hair cut together, Noah sat still and he was golden sitting on his Daddy's lap.
I am very proud of my little man, here he is, haircut nearly finished and he is wearing a huge beam on his face.