...well, not this VERY moment, but as of 8:28pm* he will be. Pfah, details.
Noah celebrates with pokemon while Jim looks on in disgust.
I celebrate by hiding while Jim gazes out the window beatifically.
We all celebrate by taking a series of comically-disjointed photos and finally eating each other's heads in despair.
*As an aside, I used to be terribly interested in the exact time that I was born. One year Mom and Dad forgot my birthday for a couple hours because we were all in a rush trying to go to Knoebel's Grove (best amusement park ever) and I cleverly guilt-tripped them into remembering by asking what time I was born. Mom apologized all over the place and felt terribly guilty. Bet she still does, hah. (no hard feelings, I still love you)