… we found this long-lost hat, before Gwen had a chance to outgrow it. 
Froggy had a death wish, and dared to enter the house of dachsies. During Bob’s attempts to save him, he managed to herd the jumpy thing right under the couch I was nursing Gwen on, and in the half second it took for me to leap away with the baby, the frog had disappeared into the innards of the recliners.
So, the couch got flipped. Inside it- there were a bunch of hairbands, a pacifier, two sets of circ needles, this lost little hat, and- the frog (he made it outside alive- go BOB)!
Apparently, our new couches were hungry!