Yes, the pictures are pajama shots. The kids couldn't hold out much longer for the unveiling of gifts. I wish I could be writing that Matt is "30, married with 3 kids, a house, and a truck...all dreams come true..." But, his perfect truck has yet to be found (He does have a wife giving the affirmative, tho). While he remains on the hunt, we included a Dodge keyring, a truck book, and truck cleaners among other gifts - for the eventual. At 30, he has a great life! 
After bags were emptied, the kids knew what they personally wanted to head for.
Meg: the new wallet!
Paige: the bulk cereal from my parents. 
Tyler: one of the THIRTY Henry Weinhard's. 
Tonight's plans are low-key. A chocolate mudpie awaits in the freezer. I thought of having a drop-by party with friends and family, with it being a big birthday and all. But, when I passed by the idea of inviting people over, he questioned, "Who did you invite? I'll call them back and tell them not to come." He is a homebody wanting a vanilla cream in one hand and silence in the other. And it's his day...so, it's not that you weren't invited...but you weren't invited. :)
I also asked him if I could type up some cheesy post all dedicated to him. His predictable response, "Sure. Just don't expect me to read it." (Really, why do I ask? He knows I'm going to do what I want, and I know he'll read these words eventually) I'll just keep the sappiness to:
"Happy Birthday, Babe. Thanks for keeping things real and doing all you can to make our little family happy. Hope you're happy along the way, too! I wouldn't want to be here without you."
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