A family member with the best of intentions — and eyeglasses with an outdated prescription — gave this homemade bear to Skye for her birthday. The good news: I think the proceeds from the sale of the bear went to an animal charity of some sort. The bad news: Mr. Bear passed away before we even had a chance to get to know him. But his memory lives on in my nightmares, where he continues to haunt me (when he’s not doing so from the comfort of our couch… I’m afraid to move him!).