Poppy Survives The Attack Of The Zombie Baby

Today the Popster and I went on another road trip.  This time it was to see my friend Vikki and her two children.  Vikki is also on maternity leave at the moment, but her world is totally different to mine - she has two little monsters to deal with!  Her daughter is two and her son is a few months older than the Popster, (is that right?).

Shortly after arriving at the house, the two kids were dispatched upstairs for their lunchtime naps and the Popster was placed on the floor on her play mat - her new favourite place.  There was a vomiting incident upstairs but I luckily didn't witness this.  I even failed to spot the bit of vomit Vikki still had on her chest as we ate lunch.  I guess I have things like that still to come.  So far the Popster has been very good at keeping things inside her - apart from poo of course!

I had a lovely time over lunch, catching up with my friends latest goings on, while the Popster played quietly on the mat.  So much fun that we failed to notice she had fallen asleep.  Oh well, the mat is as good a place as any to sleep.  After lunch and after the Popster had woken up to carry on playing in exactly the same spot she had been since we arrived, the other two kids came back downstairs from their nap.  It was at this point that the attack was attempted.

Now, this is going to be a reference almost all of you will fail to recognise, but for those that do, it is the perfect image to have in your head.  For those that don't, I apologise, hopefully you can still picture what I'm about to describe.  Have you seen The Walking Dead?  The TV series directed by Frank Darabont, starring Andrew Lincoln, (Egg from This Life)?  In the first episode of The Walking Dead Andrew Lincoln's character has left the hospital to find everyone has become zombies.  He walks through the park and passes a zombie that has had it's legs cut/eaten/ripped off.  It is still manically pulling itself along, dragging its body through the park using it arms whilst drooling and making snuffly, growly noises.  This is exactly what Vikki's baby boy did - but with speed.  As soon as he was put on the floor he made a beeline for the Popster and rushed over to her snuffling and pulling his legs along behind him.  Now, Poppy is small.  I know that because everyone that sees her for the first time exclaims "isn't she tiny!"  Even people not seeing her for the first time still feel the need to mention she is very small - many also like to add on "was she premature?"  (She wasn't).  So Poppy is very small, and this baby boy isn't!  He is a baby giant!  The sight of him careering towards the Popster with no sign of slowing and being gentle should worry any mother.  However, his mother is well used to his speed zombie act and managed to pull him back every time he reached the Popsters feet so I wasn't worried and just enjoyed the spectacle playing out in front of me.

This didn't deter him though.  Being pulled back just fired him up even more and he just kept going back - he had a mission and no one was going to stop him from carrying it out.  Oh, no wait.  His mum was going to stop him.  After the 50th attempt the zombie baby was trapped in a high chair unable to escape.  The Popster was safe again and could rest easy - although to be honest she was oblivious to the danger she was in.  There could have been juggling monkeys in the room, even monkeys juggling monkeys, nothing was going to tear her attention away from that bug hanging down from her play mat.  The Popster is tough - giant zombie babies? Pah!