He literally went from this: to this overnight: Our baby boy turned 17 over the weekend. He won't let me pick out his cute little coordinated outfits anymore. His baby-fine blond locks turned into thick brown waves. He now talks non-stop. He still loves being around his mama. He's never missed his curfew and he (almost) always calls to tell us where he is at. I don't know how, but we must have done something right. Happy 17th birthday to our little Logan Austin!