It's so funny how things work. Phil is not really a "baby" kind of guy. He much prefers when the kids are older, go potty in the toilet and can actually voice their needs(which I find rather humorous as I prefer them not speak...after all to me, a screaming baby is much more pleasant than a whining child). He doesn't like to change diapers, and feels like they are going to break if he holds them. All that being said, my babies ADORE him. I bring Sophie in bed with us in the morning and she will not look at me even when I am making all the beautiful coo noises that babies are supposed to love, clicking my tongue and blowing bubbles with mouth. I mean I am pulling out all the stops to no avail. If that girl isn't enamored with the grizzly bear noises coming out of her daddy's nose and his mouth gaping open as if he were singing opera. I guess a daddy doesn't need to win his daughter's affection...it's just a guarantee!