Listen up, OctoMom: Baby addiction is apparently a real thing. While there is currently no official diagnosis, health professionals are reporting an increase in patients, mostly women, who desperately want to keep having newborns, even when they already have several children. Take U.K. woman Karen Johnston. Eight children was not enough to satisfy her craving for kids. At 54 years old, the self-proclaimed baby addict went through great lengths to have more. I mean, addicts will do anything to get their fix, right? Keep reading »
And finally, we are starting to get some answers on which famous ladies are actually pregnant and which just made unfortunate wardrobe decisions involving loose-fitting tops. Yesterday, Alicia Keys announced that—yep—she is in fact preggers. And today, Radar Online has a source that says Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon are indeed having a babe. For Mariah, the speculation began when she (a) plumped up, which many thought could be a sign she was trying hormone therapy for in vitro fertilization, (b) said at an awards show, “Something else very special is on the way!” and (c) dropped out of Tyler Perry’s “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide.” When Radar called Mariah’s rep for confirmation, instead of denying the pregnancy, she said, “I’m not at liberty to discuss Mariah’s personal life at this time.” Sketchy. But we are very excited for the adorable couple and are happy Mariah is joining the proud camp of hot Hollywood mamas over 40. [Radar]
Mariah has historically picked horrendous names for her movies and albums, and we don’t want to see this baby end up named Butterfly. After the jump, some name suggestions. Keep reading »
Meet Ardi Rizal. He is a smoking baby. He is two. Did I mention that he smokes? He favors a specific brand and throws a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get his 40 cigarettes a day. I’d think I was making this up if it weren’t for this video, starring Ardi, the smoking baby. He’s been smoking since he was 18 months old. His father got him started. The family lives in Sumatra, Indonesia. It says he can blow smoke rings, and I think he does at the end, although you can’t really see it. On account of all the cancer sticks, he is “is too unfit to run with the other children.” His mother says he is “totally addicted.” If she tries to make him stop, “he gets angry and screams and batters his head against the wall.” Officials offered the family a car if they got the baby to stop smoking. The father says, “I don’t see the problem.” What the hell? I don’t see this ending well. [Gawker
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I’m a big fan of videos featuring other people’s kids trying something new for the first time and laughing about it. Like that little boy who was filmed by his dad after a trip to the dentist and he was all high on whatever they gave him and was kind of tripping out — that made me howl. But the trend of filming your babies eating PopRocks candy for the first time gives me pause. I want to think it’s adorable and funny, but then I remember that I actually hate PopRocks and think the little jumping pieces of sugar kind of hurt. I sure as hell wouldn’t be down with someone putting them in my mouth without my permission, especially if I was barely able to walk and, as is the case of young Beckett, above, not even old enough to eat solid food. So, yeah, I dunno. Catherine thinks it’s cruel and she is basically the moral center of The Frisky. Jessica, meanwhile, has a heart made of marshmallows and rainbows, and she thinks it’s cute. What do you think? Harmless fun or child cruelty?! [BuzzFeed
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There’s no reason to plead with you to see a movie this week because for once, there is a whole lot of awesomeness, coming to a theater near you. If you’re not planning on seeing “Iron Man 2,” you are going to feel super left out at the water cooler on Monday. It’s simply un-American to not see it. You like America, right? Also, drink Coca-Cola. Even if you’re not feeling the iron, there are two mommy-centric movies, “Mother and Child” and “Babies,” which are sure to shake up some ovaries. And then there are two, truly awesome-looking indie flicks, “Please Give” and “The Good Heart.” There really is something for everyone, so go get your movie on. Keep reading »
Shocking, I know, but I had to break the news some time: Our fabulous funbags are actually biologically designed to feed hungry babies, not just to look tasty in a Body by Victoria C-cup. Alas, some Neanderthals can’t handle such a bombshell about breasts — namely, folks in corporate America who’ll do everything from tweet (and delete!) to kick a nursing mother out of a restaurant at the slightest hint of a snacking infant.
After the jump, two recent breastfeeding incidents that make us think we could all use a Biology 101 refresher course. Keep reading »
By now, we all know what happens to baby boys who had nannies while growing up. (If you don’t, read all about it.) So the big question is, what happens to babies who’re exposed to big, body-less stuffed hands? [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
I’ve got a beautiful little boy who turns 6 next week. I got him through rather unconventional means. Well actually, the means were fairly conventional — sex in a traditional position, if memory serves — but entirely accidental.
I had a one-night stand when I was 39, with a guy I’d met at a bar. Not my most ladylike act, and certainly not sensible, but I had been suffering from a case of prolonged unintentional celibacy, and the guy was just adorable.
No, I don’t have any diseases, but thanks for your concern, which I’m sure will be expressed in the comments. I know it wasn’t smart. What I didn’t know was that my ancient ovaries were functioning better than I ever would have dreamed. When you’re 39, you sort of assume pregnancy will involve a trip to the fertility doctor.
Instead, I got pregnant. Read more … Keep reading »
The email perplexed me:
Joanne, Sorry to sound pathetic, but have I done something to offend you?
There was no clue, no context. Really, was I on my own here to deconstruct what the hell Michelle, a college buddy from 12 years back, was referring to? How could she have done anything offensive when we hadn’t spoken in more than a few months?
This discovery came on a recent Saturday morning; while mulling over my response, I poured myself a second cup of coffee and settled into the couch again with my laptop for another weekend ritual, catching up on Facebook, where Michelle’s status update, I suspected, was designed for my eyes: “Is it still possible to remain friends with someone whom you have very little in common? I thought it was.” Double-whammy. WTF? Keep reading »