Can we just get through the toddler years...PLEASE?

My daughter is 3.  She doesn't want to have anything to do with potty training.  She still takes a binky.  She still takes...a bottle to go to bed.  *GASP*

Look, I told her that the binky fairy was going to come.  She screamed, "No", and told me that "Tinker Bell can not come take her "beebees" to give to other babies because she needs them!"  I know that what I'm doing, by not taking these things away, is wrong, but she's my baby.  There isn't going to be any more babies after her.  And to be quite honest, it really is cute when she sucks on her beebee.  UGH!  There I go again...it's cute.  But, it's not, it really is disgusting if you think about it.  I could be stunting her speech patterns, jacking up her already jacked up teeth (which I secretly love because she got my dad's teeth).  I just don't have the heart to take them away, or the patience to hear her scream for her baba, and beebee. I'm at a crossroads with this.  I hate all of it, it really does drive me up the wall, and to be honest, I don't know how to do it.  Do I do it all at the same time?  Do I do it one week at a time?  Or over the next few months?  I figured that when I lost my job, "great!  now I can work on these things with her", yeah, that went out the window the first week...I don't know where to start!

Seriously...how cute is that?

I figured when I told her about the binky fairy it would be really exciting.  I told her that Tinker Bell needs her to hang her binkies from the trees in the front yard, because she can't come in the house because the dogs might scare her.  After Tink and her friends come get the binkies they will leave her a new fairy baby.  She really liked that idea, but then the thought of not having her binkies anymore ran through her little mind and she...wait for it...wait for it...PANICKED!  Now, anytime that I say anything about the binky fairy, she throws her sweet little hands over her mouth protecting her precious binky.  

Come on now!  Seriously?  I've tried having her hand it to me when she wakes up in the mornings  - um, no. I've tried the "bedtime only" thing - oh, hell, no!  I've made her throw the broken ones away, and she takes it over to the shoe basket and says "okay mommy, i put it in trash".  Yeah honey, that's not the trash.  I have even cut the tips off of broken ones in front of her - you would have thought that I stabbed her in the eye with a stick.  What are these things, baby crack?  She literally hoards them like a squirrel hoards nuts for winter, but then can't remember where she put them.  Whoever invented these things, was laughing all the way to the bank! 

I do have moments where i see the clouds clearing; when she hands it to me and says "here go mommy, I have it later".  Maybe one day she will just drop all of this stuff, on her own, but I'm not holding my breath. At this point, I'll be happy if she doesn't go to kindergarten with the disgusting, vile thing!