1 Chapter One - The life of a baby is boring as hell
I felt a kind of warmth all around me. It was very comfortable and made me feel like sleeping, even though I literally just woke up in this new world. I tried to open my eyes and noticed I was under some kind of blanket - thinking about it, I am glad I didn't have the privilege of feeling what childbirth is like from the point of view of the baby, being squeezed and pushed out doesn't seem quite comfortable. I tried to move my head a bit, but it was quite hard; I was still unaccustomed to this new body and my body was still unaccustomed to, well, everything, including moving. I guess I will be watching the ceiling for a while, I hope I don't die of boredom. I guess I can cry a bit to get a lunch, I am feeling a bit hungry right now.
And lunch did indeed come quickly after I started. The first thing I learned is that I'm still too young to see my mother's face clearly, so I really can't tell if she's pretty or not. The second thing I learned is my name - Giles. Well, it could have been much worse, I guess. I wonder if people here use family names or if it's something only nobles have. I guess I'll have plenty of times to learn about it later. Finally, the third thing I learned is that breast milk tastes quite different from the cow milk I'm used to, but I'll have to get used to it since that's going to be the only I eat for a long time. Well, let's go back to sleep, that's pretty much the only thing I can do right now.
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Day 7
I'm already bored as hell and it's only been one week since I was born; the only thing I can do is look at the ceiling, drink milk, and get some slight static shock from the crib I am in - I guess I can amuse myself a bit with that, and it's a proof that the power I asked for seems to work. I can use it two or three times before feeling tired right now, let's see how much I can improve it.
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Day 14
Static shocks aren't fun anymore, but since using them seems to raise my mana pool, I keep using it until I'm tired again. I can do it a dozen times in a row now. Also, all this baby talk is starting to get on my nerves! I know I'm supposed to be a newborn baby, but still it feels like everyone (which means mother and father) treats me like a retard.
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Month 2
Ugh, I can't wait to be able to eat solid food and crawl around, this life is so boring it's a nightmare. I've managed to make a little static shock between two objects I don't touch, but I fell asleep right after. It's an improvement, at least. Oh yeah, my mother actually looks good! She's got some pretty hazel eyes and semi-long red hair, and a few freckles gives her a youthful charm. Her name seems to be Anna, but I'd probably give her an heart attack if I called her by her name - I'm not nearly old enough to start talking, and saying anything but mama or papa as my first words would probably cause me some troubles later on.
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Month 6
Good news and bad news: the good news is that I can eat solid food now, the bad news is that there's pretty much only vegetables to nibble on at the moment. I wish I could eat a steak or something soon, but meat doesn't seem to be common on the table. I started crawling around, which finally relieved some of my boredom.
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Month 9
I think it's a good time to start talking, a bit younger than usual, but nothing to get burnt at the stake as a demon for. I started with mama, and as expected my mother couldn't help but shove me in the face of every neighbor within a mile (or so I felt) so they could hear me repeat my first word and say how darn cute and smart I am. Fortunately, when I said papa, it wasn't half as bad - while I heard that he bragged about it to anyone and everyone he could see, at least he didn't bring me along for another embarrassing moment. I also started walking upright - with a few weeks of practice, I should be able to push a chair and get to the cookie jar on the table when no one is looking.
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Month 10
Daddy got scolded by mommy for eating too many cookies - I'm going to have to slow down or they might actually start thinking I'm the one who did it.
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Month 10 and a half
I got caught by mommy with my hand literally in the cookie jar. She was torn between wanting to scold me and wanting to praise me for being able to do this - good thing I can just look cute and smile to be forgiven since I'm still this young. She did apologize to daddy, and by the sound of it, I might be getting a new sibling within a year.
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Month 12
It's my first birthday, I'm now one year old! And I finally had (bite-sized) steak! I could have cried of happiness, but I'd rather not have my parents look to see if they need to change my diaper while I'm eating. I also met two other babies born this year, but since they pretty much only drool and eat, they're just as interesting to interact with as potted plants. There was also a priest of some kind that visited to bless me and my family, he seemed like a nice old man, but nothing really stood out about him.
