At nearly 2 years old, I finally bit the bullet and took the boy in for his first haircut. I had anticipated screaming, tantrums, and running away - he doesn't really like other people touching him, and having your hair cut is pretty confronting. But I think he was shocked - and he sat quietly the whole time without a peep. I took him to a kiddies hairdresser where he got to sit in an aeroplane with a steering wheel, watch Bob the Builder on his own personal DVD player in front of him, and was presented with a balloon and jelly beans afterwards.
We think he looks gorgeous - but I miss running my fingers through his lovely long curls.