I was thinking about haircuts while waiting for my son to fall asleep tonite - and it's been a real evolution for us.
When he was younger, smaller and still very weak it was easy - plop him on my lap and hold his arms down. He hated it but it was manageable. We knew he was getting stronger and one time the barber told us he could use the scissors on him anymore - he just squirmed too much and we couldn't hold him still anymore. He hated it and he was stronger. That was the time we got what we refer to as "the cancer cut". He has an enormous head, he had beautiful blond thick hair and then...the cancer cut. I thought the teachers at his school were going to cry. Even Carson wanted a hat the next morning...poor kid. It was the last time he went to that barber.
The next haircut, we had had some sensory integration work done and he's gotten much better. Now he sits in the chair himself and just needs help with the "buzzer" part of the cut. And needless to say, the haircuts have gotten better too.