Please don't lick the goat.
We recently took Jonathan to the zoo with his grandparents in Omaha. He LOVED it. I think his favorite part was the petting zoo, where he got to chase goats and chickens all over the pen. Thankfully he didn't try to eat anything off the ground there, but I followed him pretty closely just in case. He got changed immediately afterwards due to the...stuff...that was clinging to his clothes, but he didn't seem to mind.

And life just got crazier...
Jonathan can walk. He's been building his skills up for a week, and today, he actually ran. He belly-flopped after about a yard, but he ran. He walks all over the apartment now, and can stand up in the middle of the room without help. I need to go baby-proof my countertops and the rest of the apartment that he can suddenly reach.
