Four years ago tomorrow, my little nephew was born. I was home with my family, watching the Olympics while on baby watch. We were glued to the television, becoming experts in curling, speed skating, ice dance, biathlon and waiting. We loved every second, but always with an ear tipped towards the phone. Little Red Ryder took his time coming even though he was more than fully baked. He was born very early on the morning of February 27. I will always associate him with that happy magical three weeks in our country when we all felt like champions. Happy birthday mon petit champignon rouge.