Our daughter watches a mix of CBeebies and Nick Jr., although Nick has adverts which a lot of my friends won’t allow for their kids. She goes through phases, definitely.
On CBeebies, she loved Teletubbies, Lazytown and Night Garden but seemed to grow out of them quite early. She followed them with Tweenies, which is bearable for me too. That’s the one with the overgrown costumes where they’re at a nursery - bit messagey but not too bad. There’s a couple of cooking shows on there - Big Cook Little Cook, which is a bit gimmicky and I Can Cook, which I really recommend, if you can stand Katy the presenter. The recipes are quite good, and the kids do everything themselves - so even though they’re a bit older than mine she is always very keen to try to do it too.
Mister Maker is ok for crafty stuff, but again the presenter is a bit grating. She also likes Get Squiggling, which is a drawing-comes-alive thing, although that one drives me mad.
I’ve mentioned before that my daughter has a very low tolerance for peril and for people misbehaving, so there’s a surprising number of things she won’t watch: Grandpa in My Pocket, Something Special (there’s a bumbling clown in that one), Numberjacks etc. although they all seem fairly innocuous to me.
On Nick she likes Dora and Diego, which I found hard to sit through at first, but they have good messages and I’m no longer irritated by them! She also throws random Spanish words into conversation, so it’s doing some good :). I’d thoroughly recommend The Wonder Pets - you have to see it to really get it, but it’s about a guinea pig, terrapin and duckling who save animals in trouble. It’s actually amusing in places, certainly not unbearable and full of wholesome messages. She also likes The Backyardigans which is meh, but doesn’t make me want to throw things at the tv.
We avoid anything with Barbie involved at all, and the one I really really hate is the pigging Fairies, which she loves for some reason. Unemployable second rate ballerinas in an unconvincing grassy knoll, acting out trite stories with rictus grins plastered across their plastic faces like some post-modern 9th circle of hell. I’m not keen.
ETA: how old is irishbaby now?