The Irony of KEVIN

First of all, God bless us...
Secondly, I had enough of this "Nuk" thing with a 3 yr old and cut it tonight. Happy birthday Greg! (poor guy)
Instead of napping today she played with her doll house in her room with her Nuk in her mouth, then when I told her she needed to rest, I found her an hour later with almost all of her 15 million books in her bed. Both of these were firsts with her since her big girl bed about a year ago.
So after I cut the Nuk, Elise and I went on a 45 min walk, to talk about it. Thus begins the series of parental lies, I told her I had a "Nukie" when I was little - I was a thumb sucker - and when I got to be a big girl, I gave up my Nuk and got a fish named Kevin - my first pet was a few years after I was done with sucking my nasty thumb that my parents painted with that stuff, but his name WAS Kevin, however he was a BIRD.
Anyway, she will survive, however Greg is going out of town tomorrow afternoon for a "bachelor party" (for a wedding that is most likely called off :(, so it's now a "support my good friend party"). I'm hoping I am strong enough to hold out!!! Heck, maybe I'll kill 2 birds (named KEVIN) with one stone, and end Patrick's Nuk phase too. Since, in the "book of they" it is said Nuk's should be done by 9 months.