"Snug as a bear can be, dreaming in a honey tree..."

From when I get home from work, until Wilbo's bedtime, is a very special time for us. Stephen is often working and it's become the norm that it's just Mummy and Billy. And the dog of course.

We always have our dinner together, tonight it will be gnocchi I think (the blessing of baby-led weaning). And we always have a play on the floor together - he's currently trying to tackle crawling and it's so funny watching him drag himself like a little slug across the floor.

The things we do will change from time-to-time. Maybe we will have a visitor. Maybe he'll have something new to try for dinner. But one thing we always do, and we have done since I can remember, is watch The Tales of Friendship with Winnie the Pooh.

Now, before I joined The Motherhood, I always said that my children wouldn't be the sort to watch television. But when reality hit and it was that or go hungry for the next twelve hours, the Square Nanny doesn't look too bad. So Wilbo does enjoy the occasional Special Agent Oso, or Handy Manny. We're team Disney Junior by the way. CBeebies often makes me feel as though I have taken some form of narcotic - especially Baby Jake (if you aren't aware of the child with an animated head and a cartoon body, you need to Google him - but first make sure you feel safe and secure because too much may cause insanity).

I kind of fancy him just for his Pooh voice. Oh dear.

One programme I've always loved is Tales of Friendship with Winnie the Pooh. It's narrated by Peep-Show star, Robert Webb (see children's TV can be a bit cool after all) and it has the traditional Winnie the Pooh drawings brought to life on-screen. It's hard to explain - it's not quite animation, but it shows the pages of the book, which flood with colour and turn. There is also an extremely cute bedtime song at the end and, a sucker for all kinds of cheese, I love it! I may know all of the words too...

At first I was sure that I enjoyed it more than the Wilbo himself, but then one evening, when he was crying that heartbreaking cry that babies do when they don't feel well, I started (an act of desperation) to sing the little song. And he settled. He rested his head on my shoulder and his cries turned into a whimper, and then nothing at all.

He associated it with me. And it felt amazing. We've never missed one since. The song never fails to soothe him and it's always something I'll hold dear.

I never thought I would find something special in television. But I did. And I think you should all go and pop your PJs on and grab your child/dog/whatever there is to hand and watch it too - it's even in sing-a-long form below (I'm so good to you). Or you can pop Disney Junior on tonight - me and Wilbo will be there at 6:40pm, cuddles at the ready...

"Ah yes - that hug and kiss..."