Crazy, Life-Changing Thing


Dear Dwarfling,

As of this moment you are about two and a half weeks old.  I’m pretty sure that you can’t read yet, so I’m writing this for my own benefit.  You see, your birth has been an incredible experience for me.  You’ve changed me as much as I have changed you (a frequent occurrence; we’re going to have to discuss your diaper bill once you grow up and get a job).  At some point in the future you might read this and think that your dad is an incredible dork, but I’m going through a crazy, life-changing thing here, so cut me a little slack.

Baby feet are weirdly fascinating.

Before you came along, little Dwarfling, I was not a ‘baby guy’.  I don’t think I had ever held a newborn child in my arms, even though I have had plenty of opportunities with the various nieces and nephews and babies of friends.  I still don’t think that I am a ‘baby guy’, but I find you completely fascinating.  I love holding you, and when you look up at me with your incredibly dark brown eyes I melt like some kind of gooey cheese on a hot piece of toast.  Everyone told me to expect it, but I was still completely surprised by how instant the love was.

You are gorgeous.  I look at you and I don’t see an inconceivably tiny version of Winston Churchill like I do with most babies, but I see a beautiful little person; full of intelligence and profound thoughts.  I can’t wait until you can tell me what you’re thinking about when you look at me in that certain way that you have.  I know that you know who I am; it’s absolutely amazing how you respond to my voice.  I’m certain that when you’re a teenager you’ll find the songs that I sing to put you to sleep tremendously embarrassing.  Your mother calls them Old Sad Bastard songs, and they put you to sleep faster than a narcoleptic in an 18th century French Literature lecture.  I guess all that time I spent talking to your mother’s ample, pregnant belly paid off.  It’s just too bad that I’m not a better singer; so if you grow up to be tone-deaf, I’m sorry.

You’re getting fed right now.  Your mother just squirted you in the face while trying to breastfeed.  I’ll save the details of that story for your wedding day.

I’m fantastically proud of you, and I’m ecstatic to be your daddy.  I already know that you’re going to be a daddy’s girl.  You already have me wrapped around your tiny, perfect little fingers.  I promise that I will do whatever I can to make sure that you have everything you need.  This is a whole, new concept for me:  To think that I am completely responsible for a human life is gobsmacking.  I’ve always had the luxury to be selfish.  I’ve really only ever had to ensure that I was making decisions that would benefit my own life until now.  With your arrival I finally understand about truly placing someone ahead of my own, selfish wants.  I finally understand why a parent will sacrifice everything that they have in order to make their child’s life a little bit better.

It’s called Love.  I love you, little dwarfling, since the first moment that I saw you.




The Dwarfling Arrives


Welcome to Adventures of the Dwarfling.

I am Fannon, World of Warcraft player, writer of the blog Dwarven Battle Medic and a brand new father. My wife calls me Brad.

In the weeks leading up to the birth of my daughter Teagan, I began tweeting about the pregnancy and my excitement and trepidations about becoming a father. While doing so I started referring to my pending bundle of responsibility as The Dwarfling, which caught on and created a very tiny meme within the subset of the Twitterverse that consists of Baby-crazed, Blog-reading, WoW players. I was surprised at just how much interest and support there was out there, and when The Dwarfling was born everyone wanted to see pics and hear about her.

This floored me. To this day I am still shocked at how curious people are.  I mean, babies are born everyday, right?

My other blog, Dwarven Battle Medic is a fairly new blog about World of Warcraft and it has been getting a very steady and increasing amount of traffic. When I posted this article, however, the activity exploded. It has become by far my most popular post in terms of both comments and pageviews; beating the next closest by more than double.

The last thing that I wanted to do is to make Battle Medic a baby blog, so I decided to create The Dwarfling Adventures: a place to post pictures and stories of her adventures in the world.

I don’t really know what this blog is going to be in the end. It’s going to be personal. It’s going to be about her. I’m hoping it will give me a chance to flex my writing muscles in a different way than Battle Medic has. And if nothing else, it will give people a chance to ooooo and awwww at her dwarfly cuteness.


The Dwarfling

The Dwarfling, Teagan, fresh from being ripped from her mother. You can still see the bruising from the forcepts.