All good things must come to an end.

Today was the last day of preschool in the Star Room.

It was really hard...for me.

Miss M knows she's going back to school for summer camp (best decision ever made was to sign her up as I have no idea what I would do with her all summer) and next year to the circle or square room (I am not sure which shape she is next year).

I am also not sure that three year olds (or at least mine) can comprehend what the end of the school year really means. Or else I am trying to justify me being on the verge of tears all day while Miss M danced around and sang about it.

Miss M on the first day of school.

Last day of school.

First day of school.

 Last day of school.

First day of school.

Last day of school...silly cheese face...

 ...that turns into this face as soon as you start laughing at her.

 She's a nut.

There are so many differences in Miss M from the beginning of the year to the end of the year I can't even begin to list them all.  A lot of the changes/differences were bound to happen in the days between two years old and three years old but I credit her school for many of the ways she's changed even the annoying ones as we know she wouldn't get annoying tendencies from home. The future holds so much for this little sponge.