“Kate is really comfortable with herself, and that makes everyone around her comfortable,” says comedian Dane Cook, her costar in My Best Friend’s Girl. Due out in September, it’s a vulgarity-filled romantic comedy that barely manages to stay this side of an NC-17 rating. “She’s one of the boys, in the sense that you can throw her into any situation, and there’s no ewww factor with her.”
When the ceiling fans switch back on a grueling five minutes later, Hudson barely notices. She’s too busy scarfing down edamame and talking about her favorite subject: her son, Ryder, who’s four. “He’s superathletic,” she says between bites. “I just signed him up for tennis camp. He’s very good at riding a bike—no training wheels. And he’s skiing! I was at that age too, but not as good as he is.”
Hudson was only 24 when she gave birth to Ryder, and the fact that she spent what many would consider their prime Hollywood partying years breast-feeding and packing lunches doesn’t really make much of an impression on her. “Am I gonna look back and say, God, I wish I could have gone to that… that… concert?” she asks, making the same sour-lemon face of disdain she gives repeat costar Matthew McConaughey when he says something particularly idiotic onscreen. “I’d rather be listening to my son sing songs. I’d rather be watching him sleep.”
Of course, her first years of motherhood were anything but conventional. When Ryder was a baby, he and Hudson went on tour with Robinson and his band. “I miss living on the road,” she says, flashing a devilish smile. “I’ll always miss it.” But her greater concern is making sure that Ryder feels his dad’s presence, even when he’s not around for weeks at a time. (It’s an issue that strikes close to home: Her biological father, musician Bill Hudson, was absent from her life from the time she was an infant; when she refers to her parents, she is talking about Hawn and Russell.) “We iChat with Chris constantly,” she says. “No matter what is going on in my life, relationship-wise, Chris takes absolute precedence. It’s important for Ryder to hear me say how wonderful Chris is, and how much Chris misses him.”
Romantically, though, Hudson has moved on. As anyone who’s recently passed a newsstand knows, she’s spent the past few months frolicking with new beau Lance Armstrong. Tabloids—and even The New York Times—have been reporting on the actress and the legendary cyclist in situations both naughty (making out in Cannes) and nice (they dined Brady Bunch–style with both their children and Robinson and his girlfriend in Brooklyn on Father’s Day). Hudson all but acknowledges the relationship—her barely contained excitement pretty much gives her away—although she’s trying to rein herself in, something that clearly does not come naturally. “It’s so hard for me, because I’m so open, to hold back. I could really just go on forever about this stuff,” she admits, having learned to be more discreet about new relationships. Husbands, however, ex or otherwise, are another story: “We can talk about Chris till the dogs come home. I married Chris, I had a baby with Chris, Chris will be in my life for the rest of my life. But everything else—I’ve learned that things are better left private until you’re actually planning the wedding.”
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