I just called the last place I could think of that they might have been left.
Goodbye little vest. You were soft and warm, even if you did get yellow dye on a couple of Little Brother’s onesies. You took a lot of drooling abuse, but you kept trucking.
Goodbye little hat. This would have been your third winter with us, keeping Big Brother’s big head warm. You were fun and spunky and made cold days just a little bit sunnier. You even made it into Grandma and Grandpa’s Christmas cards. I particularly loved the specks of chartreuse-y-lime in your yarn while I was knitting you.
(links are Ravelry links).