Remember that hideous photo of me with scary Fraggle hair looking like the love child of Charlie Dimmock and Mick Hucknall? Well it seems my poor kid is suffering the same fate as his mother and has grown some really crap hair.

This is what he looked like when he woke up the other morning last week:

One day he’s all Keith Lemon, another day he looks like a weird cat lady and on rare occasions he possesses some absolutely gorgeous cherub-esque curls. Sadly the latter is not that often and cherub curls take time, time I rarely have. Cherub curls require detangling lotion, a comb and lots of “Ow Mummee! Dah ‘urts!” from his adorable little almost 2 year old ‘Scouse mouth.

Blake with cherub curls before his hair cut

I’ve been dreading getting his hair cut for ages. I knew it was getting to the point where I needed to take the plunge and do it when he caught chickenpox and his long hair kept getting caught in the scabs all around his ears and face which didn’t help the healing process. I was still umming and aahing about cutting off my precious boy’s locks until in the space of a week he got mistaken for a girl about 7 times. After a few days, he started announcing “Me a likkle girl Mummee!” and I knew he’d picked up on what people had been saying. So, we decided to take the plunge and get it cut. Relatives had suggested doing it ourselves with scissors but I haven’t got the foggiest idea about hairdressing and I had visions of me doing a Van Gogh as he tried to wriggle out of me cutting it. So, at the weekend we ventured to the Barbers branch of my trusty salon of choice – Voodou and put Blake in the capable and calm hands of Becci, a Voodou Jnr stylist who specialises in cutting children and teenagers hair.

Shaun and I were dreading this day. We were filled with fear on the approach to the Barbers branch of Voodou, Voodou for Him. I think you can almost see the anticipated terror and threat of tantrums in Shaun’s face here:

I will give you ANYTHING if you don’t kick off in here, Son. It’s posh in ‘ere you know.

So far so good, patiently waiting in the Voodou for Him reception.

Having his hair washed, complete with trusty iPhone for peace. (We had to prop him up on two booster seats and hold him up he’s that small!)

How long?! He’s like a redneck!

Time to say goodbye to straggly ends and being mistaken for a girl

Cuddles with Daddy whilst Becci gets to work

Becci is so calming which really helps and she works quickly too!

A rare moment he took his eyes off the phone (thank heavens for the phone!) and eyed Becci with suspicion

The finished, much neater and easier to manage end result.

Shaun and I couldn’t believe how well behaved he was. The Elmo app on the iPhone helps keep him quiet but Becci is so calm and gentle that Blake didn’t really notice what was going on!

I thought I might cry, I was expecting to but when I saw the finished result I was so happy. My little angel still had his curls, in fact the cut made it even curlier, and I’m glad to report for those of you that know him personally, DON’T PANIC!!! He still looks like Keith Lemon.