The post title has a two meanings, really. First, we turned Olive forward-facing in the car. She is 25.5 pounds and 32" tall. It was time. She LOVES it. I think she feels like she's more part of the action, and is all smiles every time I turn around to talk to her at a stoplight. (Do you hear honking? Me neither,)
Also, I'm about to turn 30 (January 22). I've been doing a lot of thinking about my life up until this point, and how much has just...happened. It's been a wonderful blessing, all of it, the good and the bad. I think it's good to think back and remember where you came from, what has made you, and who you want to be. For me, turning 30 is a milestone for sure, but I'm not going to have a mini crisis about it, because it's all about facing forward and making your time here the absolute best it can possibly be.