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!