Our first-born son is allergic to dairy. Milk! Ice cream! Cheese! How could any offspring of mine have a body that would reject these milk-a-licious treats from the heavens? I mean, God didn’t promise Moses lands flowing with soy and honey. No, it was “milk and honey.” (And I’m a firm believer he would’ve added ice cream and cheese to the promise land had there been freezers and nachos back then.)

But alas, this is the hand our little QMan has been dealt. Hopefully, in a few years, he will outgrow this allergy, but until then, he’s our ... Soy Boy.

Pictured left: This is our youngest. He actually might have an intolerance for soy. We’re currently making adjustments to his diet to determine what’s wreaking havoc with his digestion. (And by “digestion” I mean, “Sweet butter Jesus on toast, who hocked a loogie in his diaper?!?!”)