A for effort.

Monday was a difficult day with Jenna. It's like she's almost two or something. According to her, everything called for a major meltdown, even if she just spilled two drops of her milk on her jammies. At the end of the day, dinner was not something I wanted to think about. So Jake, being the great guy that he is, offered to make something and when he asked me what I felt like I said white enchiladas. He found a recipe online, made a special trip to the store and with help from Jenna, began cooking while I spent a few minutes by myself. I came out to the kitchen shortly before dinner was ready and when I saw the huge (empty) jar of nacho cheese, I had a bad feeling. Then Jake says, "This was supposed to make 6, but I've only got 4 and the filling is gone." This is what came out of the oven:

We both kind of stared at it then he says, "It got a really good rating." He also mixed up a little bit of this:Notice the empty jar to the right of the pitcher? The entire contents is on top of those enchiladas. We both just started cracking up. We took a few bites and then stopped.

Jill: The filling is really good, but there's kind of a lot in each one. It's kind of overwhelming....

Jake: ....ly good?

But we both knew the truth. I think it would have been okay with less filling in each one and with a lot less nacho cheese. I had to laugh because it was so Jake to come up with something that involved nacho cheese and green kool-aid. We both felt a little sick later on that night. I felt so bad that his special dinner didn't turn out as special as he had hoped but he definitely scored the points for trying.