From Friday morning until Saturday night, Lindsey and I turned this:

Into this:

And every first birthday party needs a bar, right?

Lindsey made the hanging decorations too (unfortunately, I think she’s the crafty one and I’m the crazy one).  I mean, they even matched Olive’s dress!

Oh did you want to see some pictures of people?  Okay.

Olive started to get a bit frisky with me.

And then I realized I was starting to flash the other guests at the party.

Typical, so typical.

And then we pretended Olive was our kid.

After taking about 742 pictures, it was time to get ready for dinner.  Fortunately, I didn’t do anything but watch Lindsey, Sean (Lindsey’s husband) and Olive Uno (Sean’s mom) get ready to serve dinner.

Olive Uno (I call her that, no one else does) and Lindsey enjoyed handling the meatballs.

Lindsey was (as always) a little too excited about the balls.

And they made so much food, which was perfect for George and me.

(And I don’t know what’s going on with my hair so please don’t ask.)

After we ate about 12 plates of pasta, it was time to sing to Olive and then eat dessert!

Sean, Olive and Lindsey

She was ready for cake.

And presents.

I need to start having birthday parties.

Then we finally got to tear up the beautiful dessert table.  I didn’t take too many pictures of that because, well, it was just kind of embarrassing.  But I really like this picture of the inside of an Oreo pop.

How pretty is that?

The best part was seeing the kids freak out on sugar.

Natalee (Olive’s sister) got a tambourine and was running, jumping and spinning around like a crazy person.

And, after Kellen ate about 5 mini-cupcakes, he started to think he had super human strength.

And George started feeling left out of the picture taking.

It was an incredible birthday party and we had so much fun.  Lindsey and I even had a blast doing all the prep work.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVE!