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Ricky Martin is a Devoted Daddy

trix — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 18:03:00 GMT

Ricky Martin is Livin' La Vida Loca with his twin boys and loving it.

He is very happy to be a father and said, “I’m so happy! Everything they do, from smiling to crying, feels like a blessing. Being a father feels amazing. This has been the most spiritual moment in my life. I don’t have a nanny. I’m doing this on my own because I don’t want to miss a moment. I have a personal assistant who helps me, someone who takes care of me while I’m taking care of them, but I’m the one who changes the diapers, the one that feeds them, the one that bathes them, the one that puts them to sleep. For any parent, the first couple of months tend to get a little bit intense.”

Awww, that's adorable. I'll admit, I've always liked Ricky Martin and I'm really happy for him. I'm glad he's happy!

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Madonna's Got A Better Kind Of Birth Control

HerBadMother — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 17:03:00 GMT

Guy Ritchie looks pretty nervous in this picture. Any guesses why?

If you guessed, "Because Madonna just purchased a giant Purple Penetrator and means to use it," you'd be correct.

Anybody who ever doubted that it's Madonna who wears the ~~strap-on~~ pants in that family should now just accept the truth: Guy Ritchie is Madonna's bitch. I'm willing to bet that if she could impregnate him with that thing, she would. But that would get in the way of saving the world through untrammeled adoption, so maybe not. Still, she probably grabs him with those man-hands of hers and makes him call her Daddy. Messed up? Sure. But is it any more messed up than humping Vanilla Ice? I thought not.

(photo credit - JustJared)

You Go Rod! Leash That Kid!

HerBadMother — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 19:35:00 GMT

I've been pretty hard on Rod Stewart in the past. I've made fun of his age, and of his succession of model/groupie-wives, and of how silly he looks with a Whoozit swinging above his crotch. But I take it all back. Dude is just like you and me - okay, me - in that he is, obviously, so totally his toddler's bitch.

Check the leash. He's got his kid on a leash - which, you know, I totally support - but that's not enough: he has to leash the kid just to carry the kid. Or maybe the leashed kid just decided, to hell with walking if you've leashed me up. Ride 'em, cowboy - this leash works two ways! Which is exactly how it works in my world: I try to strap my kid down or up or across or whatever and she just turns it on me like that. Somehow, before I know it, that leash is around my waist or neck and she's on my hip or shoulders and it's all sherpa THIS, beeyatch. And it's, like, totally inescapable, because she knows that I know that she can leap out of arms and into oncoming traffic in the time that it takes me to register that I've been kicked in the boob-undercarriage, never mind how long it would take me to work out the physics of the sideways-speedball-mid-air toddler jump and react. She knows it, and she knows that I know it, and that I know that she knows it, and the consequence is that there could be twenty leashes binding her to me and I'd still be her bitch.

But now I know that Rod is the bitch of a two-and-a-half foot tall tyrant, too. And I find that strangely comforting.

Coco and Cuckoo: An Arquette Outing

Whit Honea — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 23:08:00 GMT

We'll leave you today with the lovely Coco Arquette and her funny daddy, David, who were spotted holding hands and sharing a moment. Looks like the two went down to the Kwik-E-Mart for a cup of coffee. Coco already drank hers.